Bird Bath
Bird Bath
The Mother Robin sat there on the fence
When the rain began to pour, she began to dance
She spread her wings then jumped up and down
She lifted her feathers and shook the water around
She did the dance twice, then flew back to her nest
Puddle baths are good, but rain showers are best.
(This was fun to watch :)
Copyright © Lenna Walker | Year Posted 2017
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