A Busy Bird
A bucket hung from my old shed
And there a robin made his bed,
I watched him carry mud and straw
And twigs he picked up from the floor,
He only stopped to peck some seed
He was a busy bird indeed,
And when he'd done he sang out loud
Perched on his bucket, looking proud.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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