Oh How I Can Sing! Poem by Shaun Cronick

I'm just a little bird,
That you have often heard.
In the woodlands in Spring.
I'm not so very big,
I hide beneath a twig.
But how I can sing!

My feathers are very fine,
This warm coat is all mine.
And I do not want a thing.
I do my little bit,
And joyfully I flit.
And how I can sing!

And when an Autumn's day,
Gets chilly I fly away.
To warm lands where I bring.
To other people my song,
To help this world along.
Oh how I can sing!