Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, 'It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.'
most of us need company, we dont like being on our own. So what's it like to be the only bird in town and get alllll the attention. I'd like to be braver and try it sometime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When ready his poems there is so much humour and pure originality woven in them. He truly was a one of a kind wondrous writer and so sadly missed.