And so the King said to his servant
Bring to me a Nightingale
To sing the night away
Bring to me a bird
With a voice both soft and true

And so the servant brought a Nightingale to the king
The king then said to the Nightingale
Nightingale please sing
Sing of a place far, far away
Far away from this prison
Nightingale please sing to me
Sing of your own great travels
From North to South and North again

But the Nightingale did not sing
The Nightingale perched before the king
But did not sing a word
Instead the Nightingale spoke to the king
In a voice soft yet firm

I will not sing to you
I will not sing a word
For you have stolen me
From both family and home
You have stolen me
Merely for your own entertainment
This selfish act will not be forgotten

As the Nightingale spoke this last word
The king was blinded by a brilliant flash of light
He looked once more to the Nightingale
But what stood before him was no longer a Nightingale
Instead a Phoenix stood in its place

You have stolen and must be punished
You and all of mankind shall be punished
You will no longer be welcome in the woods
You will no longer hear the voices of the trees
You will no longer understand the animal speech
This is your punishment

The king was once more blinded by light
And when he looked again
There was nothing where the Phoenix once stood
Nothing but a single feather
To forever remind him of what he had done