Three birds came to my tree
I'm just telling you the truth
The first one was so small
I couldn't see him though
He sang a jubilant song
But was soon gone
The next chirped harshly
With a scolding tone
The third I'm still waiting for
I imagine a pelican or a stork
Or the red-tailed hawk
Might rest in my little tree
I love them all equally
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment