The Birds And The Seeds Poem by Ima Ryma

Seven small birds sit in a row
Upon a flower bush and sing
For their supper which they all know
Beaks into the flowers will bring.
The seven small birds sing as they
Wait for flowers to open up,
And therein be catch of the day,
Lot of sweet seeds be readied, yup.
And the flowers be happy, cuz
Some of the seeds the birds do take
Will drop to ground as a bird does,
Result in new flowers to make.

Sweet seeds for the birds of seven,
In a row in 7th heaven.