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
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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