My little bird,
He sits upon my lap,
It's such a pleasure,
He's a wicked little chap.
Brightens my day,
In every way.
My little bird,
With feathers of shimmering green,
He's my little Bertie,
He brightens up my scene,
He looks to me for little treats,
I brighten up his day,
My little bird,
My friend in his own feathered way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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