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“A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In The Bush” (Poem/Song): Written By Viola Pressley

A bird in the hand is worth two

in the bush, that’s what they say.

Some people listen and understand

this. Some people pay it no mind

and take chances, as they go

about their way.

A bird in the hand is worth two

in the bush. Better to look

before you leap.

Think twice before you risk

losing something you know you

have, something that is surely

yours, by chasing after something

you might have for a little while,

finding that it won’t last

and it won’t be yours for keeps.

A bird in the hand is worth two

in the bush, that’s for sure.

That’s why I decided to settle

down.

I gave up being single, hanging

with the girls and painting the

town.

No more flirting with the fellas.

No more fooling around.

Now that I’m so in love with the

new love that I found.

One who made me change my ways.

One who helped me find my way,

when I was lost and looking for

love, but it seemed love was

nowhere to be found.

When my life was on the downside,

when love never seemed to go right,

he came into my life with his love

and tenderness. Gone were the days

of heartbreak and loneliness.

Now my life was on the upside.

I had someone to love me, someone

to treat me right.

Someone to kiss and hug me,

put their arms around me.

Someone to cuddle up with, who

could keep me warm at night.

Someone who took away all that

was wrong and made things right.

Someone who turned my life around.

Love came knocking on my door.

The kind of love I never had

before. The kind of love that

made me feel safe, made me feel

secure.

The kind of love that’s all I

could ever need, all I could

ever hope for. I’ve got no

reason to go out searching,

no need to look for love or

wait for love to come to me

anymore.

A bird in the hand is worth

two in the bush. That’s why

I’ll never let you go.

I’ll never be the fool to

give up a good thing, especially

with all the magic and wonder

you bring.

You are the reason why I dance.

You are the reason why I sing.

You are my everything and I

love you so.

A bird in the hand is worth

two in the bush, and I’m no fool.

That’s why I make it my business

to treat my baby right.

I’d rather take time to love him

than to fuss and fight.

I choose to take things slow,

play my cards right by keeping

cool.

I don’t ever want to risk losing

his love. Chances are I may not

find another to love me the way

he does. Someone quite like him,

someone who might even love me

half as much.

A bird in the hand is worth two

in the bush. I’ll never let

you get away.

Every time I turn around it’s your

face I see, no matter what direction

I look. I’ll never let you slip away.

You see, I love you. I want you.

I need you. That’s all there is to it.

That’s all I have to say.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the

bush. I’m going to hang onto what I’ve got.

Other guys may make passes at me,

but there is no guarantee they will

ever turn out to be half as great as

the love I have now you see.

The love that I already have may be

all the wonderful things they are not.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the

bush.

When guys whistle and blow kisses

at me as I walk down the street, I pay

them no mind. I have no reason to,

because you’re the one on my mind,

the one who gets my attention and time.

I won’t even look.

With you I know I’ve got the kind of

love that’s more precious, more valuable

than a pot of gold.

With you I know I have something that

won’t easily slip away, I have something I

can grasp, something that I can hold.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

I have all I need right here.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Why waste my time looking to find something

better elsewhere.

Why risk a match that may be made in heaven,

for a match that may be made in hell.

All that glitters is not always gold.

That which starts out as being sweet

can eventually turn sour, that’s what

I was told.

Love may not always be what it seems.

Love can sometimes mislead and deceive.

You can never be too sure of what lies

beneath. Only time will eventually tell.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the

bush. I love you just the way you are.

You don’t have to be rich. You don’t

have to be famous. You don’t have to

be a movie star.

I would never risk losing the love

of my life, a love that means something,

in search of something greater that will

last a short while, eventually leading

to nothing.

Better to have the kind of love that

I know will last, than to waste my time

on a love that holds no guarantees, it

will come and pass.