The sky is blue the grass is green,
The whole garden looks serene,
The bees come buzzing around the flowers,
Removing the honey for many long hours.
Watching the birds feeding is quite a sight
And they never leave until it's almost night,
Great tits, blue tits, green finch and sparrow,
All crowding on to bags of nuts quite narrow.
Now the blue tits come in a bunch of about six,
Perched on the clothes line or on the sticks,
Feeding their young balancing on the line,
All chirping happily taking their time.
The rose trees and flowers make a picturesque show,
The array of colours are beautiful and in the wind they gently blow,
Climbers, ramblers, clematis too,
All bunched together make a magnificent view.
Now the bird house is another aspect all on its own,
Standing roughly 7` high on which blue tits do roam,
The dish for their water, the swing for their play,
The roof for their nesting, but do they – nay.
Now the sky is darkening and night is drawing nigh,
The birds start leaving and we watch with a plaintive sigh,
But tomorrow will soon come and the birds we will see,
Filling the garden much to our glee.
