He's a tiny breath of wing and wonder.
Cocky 'neath his black cap.
Ever new in cream and gray.
He calls to his boys
chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
It's their corner of the wood.
He sings high and soft
for a mate.
Fee-bee-be
It sweetens air
the trees through
and she hears,
Pauses at her bath
yet dust and sun
are such bliss.
Feebee bee be.
Feebee bee be.
She flits up to listen
leaving dusty friends
far below.
