Fly Little Birds

Fly little birds, fly east and west,
Seeking a place to build your nest,
Tall trees are standing side by side,
Will you among their branches hide?

Fly little birds, fly high and low,
Fly to the pretty place we show,
Here in a niche of the garden wall,
Doesn’t this suit you best of all?

Fly little birds, fly round and round,
Fly to the bushes, trees and ground,
Gathering tiny bits and shreds,
Grasses and lint and straws and threads.

Fly little birds, fly through the air,
Chirping and singing everywhere,
Then in the place that you like best,
Busily weave your cozy nest.