I Made a Birdie House One Day

I made a birdie house one day. Of wood and glue and painted ever so gay. It had little window boxes too. It was simply marvelous, created for two. The birds gathered upon the ledge To eat the seed I had put there to lead them in. They ate their fill, but flew away So I made a vow to try again. The second birdie house I made was Created from found objects in my den. I threw stuff together, out of whatever I had. A wren moved in, and seemed so glad. But did I stop there? I certainly did not. I made six more houses, And only one so far did rot. My yard is full of birds - sparrows, wrens, cardinals too. A large single man, a jay, of blue. Wasps and bees.have a bit of a grouse, for Yellow jackets moved into that first bird house, Will I stop making houses? Of course I cannot. It pleases me to see creatures these houses have brought. I have jars, and lids, wood, and glue. I will not stop, until I am through. As long as I have my eyes and my mind I will make my birdhouses, one at a time....