Birds do so return,
Usually with last year's young,
They do like the lane.


Mother Dove so gray,
As she again comes to stay,
Ruler of the feedbox.


Six large Blue Jays there.
Only one is king of them,
Watch the pecking order.


Harmony for the rest,
As they peck, they do, yes chat,
Harmonious they.


Gold and Red Finch,
Oh so small, yet oh so neat,
Smile and all do greet.


Mother Dove indeed,
Thinks the feedbox she does own.
But gladly does share.


So spring does here come,
Harmony all along the lane,
Summer songs they bring.