Birdhouse
I made a birdhouse out of wood
My father taught me how
“If you can help a bird you should
They’ll have a place to live now”
So I banged the wood together
Jays moved in right away
Now they sleep there in bad weather
and come out on clearer days
What my father failed to mention
Or maybe didn’t know
These blue jays crave attention!
They love putting on a show
They do not care about the hour,
Don’t care if you’re in bed
If you want to make a birdhouse,
build something else instead!
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