I didn’t really fancy it, there’s no use in lying,

I was happy in the ark and didn’t feel like flying.

For ages it had floated, it pitched and it rolled,

It didn’t look too nice out there, and actually quite cold.

Mr Noah didn’t speak a lot, when he did though you took heed,

‘Hey there, little dove,’ he called, ‘You’re to be freed.’

‘It’s not like I’m a prisoner,’ I thought, and I was right,

But when there’s nowhere to fly to, there’s not much point in flight.

It had rained for forty nights, and rained for forty days,

The whole world under water, and now he smiles and says:

‘We’ve waited long enough for the water to subside,

Time to send an explorer to see what’s left outside.’

You’d have thought he’d send a kestrel, they fly really fast,

Or an eagle, or a condor, as they can really last

For days in the air, and wouldn’t need to rest

As often as I would, and wouldn’t get so stressed.

‘Worry not, sweet dove,’ said Mr Noah, ‘You can do it,

You’re brave, you’re swift, and I know you can get through it.

Fly now, my little one, let your wings never cease,

’Til you come back with a sign so we can soon have peace.’

Well, I flew and I flew and I flew some more,

And I searched and I searched until my wings were sore,

But all out there was water and land I couldn’t see,

Not a hill, not a path, not a branch, not a tree.

So back I flew, feeling dispirited, feeling sad,

But when Mr Noah saw me, he looked really glad,

‘Worry not’, he said, ‘It’s maybe just too soon,

We’ll wait a day or two, the next new moon.’

Next time out things were different, new,

There was a change in the air, I felt it as I flew,

And before too long I saw an island, not big,

With an olive tree upon, so I snapped off a twig.

I flew back again, feeling happy and proud,

And when Mr Noah saw the twig he exclaimed out loud:

‘It’s over, my friends, we can begin again,

Set sail for land, pull the anchor chain.’

Mr Noah turned to me as a rainbow lit the sky,

“You did well,’ he said, with a tear in his eye,

Thank you for your faith, for soon we’ll disembark

And faith, little dove, made me build this ark.’