First poem of the Summer!

Bluebird
by Mattea

Little Bluebird on a branch,
Searching for a worm to snatch,
Is there anything in the grass to catch?

Oh, look over there!
Never mind, that's not something to eat,
It's just a hare's feet.

Let's go fly around
Ooh, a merry-go-round
And what's that?

A worm!
And another worm!
Where are they coming from?

I see,
They're coming from that man over there,
Dropping worms here and there

Thank you man who's neat!
For giving me worms to eat!


Branch: Cordelia 

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