Ballad of the White-breasted Nuthatch

 Lord, thank you for the sun today

Thanks that the rain has stayed away

Easy it is to store my seed

And hide away, for winter's feed

And thanks for folks who put it there

Who fill the trough with love and care

And thanks for trees, with bark that's cracked

I stuff the seed both deep and packed

I find enough when warm and sunny

When bugs are out and bees make honey

But when summer's gone, and cold wind assails

I'll have enough till Spring avails

Mostly gray with breast of white

With head of black, a handsome sight

I dart and twist with moves of deft

I move so swift from right to left

But mostly when you see me light

Twill be inverted, which don't seem right

But up is down, and don't you see

Down, is always up to me

Written by D Warbritton 2022, no reprints or reproductions without express permission of author,