Here I am
In my best hat.
I look a bit cross
Because I am a tiny flying jukebox with stars on my wings.
If I want, I can speak your language.
If you look closely enough, you'll see I'm made of rainbows.
When I flock with my family, we can make bird clouds, or bring down an aeroplane. But... you think I am a small brown gawky squawking thing.
One day, you will see the galaxy of stars made of rainbows.