Saw I A Bird
Saw I a bird on Isle of Mann.
I left a little paper slip
and made she little nest of it
to protect her kin from Boreas.
And mousey climbed up in the tree,
a little beastie from the field
she left her den and baby squealed;
she heads back toward the gelid land.
Comes fox with fluffy blanket tail
and tries finds she the paper trail
to nest in snow here, Isle of Mann,
before the cold wind comes.
Saw I a bird on Isle of Mann,
awaiting for the moony tan
that comes when little feathers swoon,
for she will find the springtime soon.