Nov 2019: The Bird

The bird,

Flies through the sky,

Its Wings spread out wide,

It doesn’t need a ride,

For the ride it has,

Is itself,

And nothing better,

It could even send letters,

To people here,

And people there,

With lots of care,

And if anyone dare,

Come in his way,

He will give them,

A quite day!

For he’s on the flag,

And can strangle a snake,

But he prefers fish,

From the lake.

The bird,

Flies through the sky,

Its wings spread out wide,

It doesn’t need a ride,

For the ride it has,

Is itself,

And nothing better.