fly birdie fly

Fly birdie fly

On the branches you will cry

The hungry look in your eyes

You wait for your food

The honey and wriggling worms

The flapping wings when it is near

The open beak the excitement

As the food dangling in your eyes

Once isn't enough

You keep chasing your food

Crying as you take flight

On the branches hopping of hope

The mother bird will watch

Hunting food to feed the birdie

Crying non-stop for food

For a long while on the trees