Feathered Aisle Blur

[Intro] Soft bells, a hush like powdered snow A shuffle of feet, then wings start to glow [Verse 1] In a cardigan, she fumbles with the keys Shelves lean close, listening to a breeze A flock of pigeons flaps in, drums on feathered wings Dust motes swirl as the quiet finds its own rhythm [Chorus] Feathered fun, the shelves are in a spin Feathers flash as the crowd joins in Feathered fun, the aisle's a blur! Pigeons clap their wings to the rhythm within [Verse 2] She laughs and shrugs, lets the beat take the floor The hush dissolves into claps of beaks and more Stacks become stages, lecterns spin like poles Readers and birds twirl, a chorus on the go [Chorus] Feathered fun, the shelves are in a spin Feathers flash as the crowd joins in Feathered fun, the aisle's a blur! Pigeons clap their wings to the rhythm within [Bridge] Chaos turned charm in the glow of the shelves A doorway to wonder, a story told by themselves Sometimes order needs a wink and a wing And every page turns louder when we sing [Chorus] Feathered fun, the shelves are in a spin Feathers flash as the crowd joins in Feathered fun, the aisle's a blur! Pigeons clap their wings to the rhythm within [Outro] The lights dim slowly, wings tuck and quiet resumes Yet every shelf holds a spark of that feathered bloom And the library smiles, forever changed by the tune