Phoebe

Oh, little phoebe, sitting in the sun on a wire
Oh, little phoebe, lifting your song higher and higher

You skitter and skim, at home in the wind
You hover, then dart from the frame
Your song to your mate a relentless spate
Of notes that call out her name
Oh, little phoebe, how your life sparkles and shines
Oh, little phoebe, how your song warbles and climbs

Oh, little phoebe, switching your tail as you contemplate
Beetles and ants, spiders and ticks dinner on the wing - don't be late

Oh, little phoebe, I count on your faithful return
The promise of spring is the song that you sing the tonic our weary hearts yearn for