Tucked in so tight.
Mama doesn't know their plight,
But she diligently prepares them for flight.
A stretch of their wings,
The birdies begin to sing.
Each song has its own particular ring.
A tune to help them find their king,
A hawk or blue jay or sparrow it will be.
These little birdies will become in sync,
And find out what it means to cling.
But despite their joy and fate,
Each bird will remember their mama's face.
Though the little birds will leave their nest,
Each one deserves a rest,
And will always return to the one who knows them best.
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