Little Birdie Poem by Suzae Chevalier

Little Birdie



Little birdie all grown now,

you've come of age.

You can finally fly

and spread your wings,

flying on to happy things,

like flowers in meadows to be found,

hearing bugs buzzing all around,

and other birds tweeting sounds.

Your free to fly across the land,

to see everything that's very grand.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 20,2011
updated on August 25,2019

Monday, March 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Suzae Chevalier

Suzae Chevalier

Elizabeth New Jersey
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