I need some fresh air,
and I do not mind where,
but anywhere is good to me,
and I like to watch the birds up in the trees,
the birds who sing so sweetly to me,
and who fly so freely upon the wind,
and they are my friends,
my friends in need,
and my friends who I feed when the times are tough,
and when the weather is rough,
and there is snow as cold as can be,
and the rain it pours so heavily,
and I repay them for singing to me so beautifully,
and how wonderfully they do,
and I am always there for them through thick thin,
and feed them I do,
with a great smile on my face,
in a camaraderie of man and bird,
and I feed all the birds,
and my favourite,
the Robin who’s beautiful colours do so gloriously please.