If it seems to you
That I wander through the day
Aimless and forlorn,
An unattended winterbourne
That comes and goes away,
A lazy row of unthinned corn,
A little boy blue with unshorn sheep
And daisies in the hay,
And little bits of sticks strewn in
Amongst the peat moss mix,
I say I'm doing pretty good
To keep water in a bowl
For wild game and fowl to come and drink,
For, I'm only six,
And wild birds seem very important to me.

-jenn