The bluebird and the downy don't seem so much alike
Of course, they both can fly, and spear a bug in flight
But one prefers to chip away while searching in a tree
While the other likes to flit and dart to snag one wild and free
In size they really are so close, in length and height and weight
They both seem truly gentle souls, no malice, greed or hate
While other birds of different kinds seem to claim their territory
These two it seems, have learned to sing a very different story
For sharing food that's hanging there is not so hard to do
If others hands will keep it full, and supply it all anew
So eat up friend, I'll gladly share this batch of grub with you
And on this spot we'll meet again, but until then, adieu.
Written by David Warbritton for the Warbritton family, no copying or reprinting without the author's permission
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