The blue tit bird

The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her to do the rest He flutters his wings and calls his mate, inviting her in through the gate The blue **** colours do seem attractive, but she wants to know if his love is active He only sings all year round, enjoying his attractive sound His songs are sung just out of worry, he needs to mate before the flurry In the cold of winter he does not leave, but searches food amongst the leaves Out of site he will remain, until it’s time to start again This is the life of the little blue tit, he sometimes relaxes, but he doesn’t quit Saleh Ben Saleh