Little Bird

There is a little bird in my garden,

I like its chirp and tweet.

I like its pretty feathers,

Even the cute little beak.

Does it fly alone,

Or with friends in a flock?

Does it ever rest,

Or it flies around the clock?

It must be friends with the clouds,

I think it is on a quest.

I hope it has a family waiting,

Somewhere in a cozy nest.

Sometimes when I see that little bird,

I wish I were a little bird too.

Oh! How cute I’ll look with a tiny beak,

And wings red and blue.

I would fly around the world-

Hawaii, Sydney, Goa, Rome.

And when I get tired of flying,

I would fly back home.