Seeds Shopping Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a Missus Goldfinch who
Is out shopping for some good seeds.
I do shopping myself, I do,
To best fulfill our chicks' needs.
When I send the Mister out, he
Often forgets why he flew out.
His bird brain is usually
Running on minimum no doubt.
I've landed on a tulip that
Has some fresh seeds for a good price
To take to the nest habitat,
So lunch for the chicks will be nice.

Well, back to the nest I best git.
I left the Mister on hatch sit.