Song Bird.

Oh to be.
A bird perching high up a tree.
Living its life natural and free.
It is early to bed and its early to rise.
A big juicy worm is its early morning prize.
Then it flies through the sky.
So majestic and high.
Going about its daily routine.
Over fields so lushly green.
And when perched it does sing.
Happiness all around its singing does bring.
A creation of love.
Sent from heaven above.