The Blackbird

My beak is yellow,
My feathers are black,
I’m a cheery fellow
Who answers you back.

High in the tree
I sing my song,
I’m glad to be free,
The whole day long.

I like crumbs,
Or a juicy red berry;
And lots of plums
To make me merry.

I am a blackbird
So happy and gay,
And I hope you’iv heard
My songs each day.

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke