The Little, Hungry Bird


The bird that tweets,
Comes toward my feet.
He wants something to eat
So he jumps onto my seat.

He asks for bread.
He pecks at my head
Since I didn’t listen
To what he said.

He jumps onto my lap
And I give him a scrap.
He’d rather drink sap
So he flies away.

He was starving.
He is a slave
To his chirping babies,
Who give him no pay.

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