(Baltimore Oriole) Birdie, birdie in the tree, Are you lonely just like me? Rise into the morning sky And fly, birdie, fly! Tired of the verdant bough, Hanging low with apples now? Look, the yellow sun is high. Fly, birdie, fly! I wish I could fly like you, Sing a song or maybe two, Flutter […]

Birdie, Birdie – A Poem — Dawn Pisturino’s Blog