The sun's out today!
And all the birds come out to play!
First ones up to eat & sing,
That lovely favorite, the Cedar waxwing!
The next one out to be seen and heard,
The noisy Cardinal, a bright red bird!
Now, who's next? We must keep hunting!
There he is, a tiny Bunting!
There's the hummer! What could be neater?
How 'bout some Titmice on the feeder?
What's that I spot way up above,
soaking up the rays? A White-wing Dove!
And by the road, his head a bobbin',
looky there! A Red Breast Robin!
Thus I end my little rhyme,
and though the warmth goes north in time,
the birds there now just freeze their buns,
and the birds in Texas are the lucky ones!