Summer bird, sing your song.
Tweedle-eet-deet, fly up and up,
To your nest in the tree.
Feed your babies from your beak.
Watch for shadows of preying hawks.
Watch for squirrels, thieves of food.
Winter bird, what will you do,
When there’s nothing to eat
Not far from home?
Winter bird, do you rise early,
To dig in the ground
For a crawling worm?
Something small, something good.
Something precious in the woods.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 