Lord of the heavens who made the sky
Who gave me feathers and wings to fly
Though not as large as my cousins who peck
Who cares who's bigger, I mean, what the heck
A bug is a bug when you shatter that bark
He's just as tasty when chased from the dark
So Lord, I thank you for bugs and suet
Now I need a bite, I gotta get to it.
Soft as a pillow that's made of down
A fluffy ball that flys, indeed
A smaller woody cannot be found
But the male's red head says all you need
I'm black and white, of that no doubt
With chest and belly of mostly white
The rest is black with stripes and dots
Of only white, my what a sight
I never miss what I'm aiming at
'Cause my aim is true and I'm so intent
I measure it sure before I strike
And I only hit what I truly meant
I am loved by all, both near and far
Not because I'm such a goody
But think of how large my cousins are
I'm just the smallest real-life woody
Written by David Warbritton for the Warbritton family, no usage without consent from the author.
Was it French or Italian, I cannot say
I repeat what I hear, and I do it well
No tricks, no gimmicks just a glorious spell
Larger than most in this flying band
I can sing more songs than you can count on a hand
Tho' some folk think me an outright bully,
I'm a regular mate, just a little unruly.
I'm mostly gray and brown to view
My eyes quite large with a golden hue
I'm solid white when seen from below
With black and white on wings that glow
I sing like you and all that I hear
I like to share good songs of cheer
A bird that copies what other birds sing
Is a mocking bird of a different wing.
Written by David Warbritton, no usage without consent from the author.
