Birds on the gutter

Birds on the gutter,
Singing all day;
I'd like to be like you -
Be free to fly away.
But I know that you live
Just to sing and survive,
And it's up to us humans
To learn how to thrive.
So maybe I'm happy
In the skin that I'm in;
As long as every so often
I'm allowed to take wing.

It's not so much the revision I dislike, but everything else I could possibly think to do with my life suddenly seems much more interesting.

On another note, I've decided that reading a real copy of Jane Eyre is much better than reading it on my iPhone.