The Little Wren

The Little Wren

A little wren came to visit today;

And sat upon the rail;

Whistling a pretty tea kettle song

And proudly waving his tail.

Hello little wren, upon the rail

It’s such a lovely day;

I hope you’ve time to sit awhile

And sing for me today.

He gazed upon the world so big

Contemplating a piney tree;

Where he could go and build a nest

For a family of two or three.

As the sun warmed his feathers,

He nodded off to sleep;

Unaware of an enemy below

In the tall grass, it quietly creeped.

Wake up little wren and fly away,

The days are drawing nigh;

For your little ones to arrive

In the piney tree nearby.

A hawk above shrilled so loud

It woke the little wren;

And off he flew to the piney tree

Much to his enemy’s chagrin.

For days the little wren travailed,

His mate gathering twigs and twine;

Until the nest was finally done

And they waited for her time.

The autumn winds blew as the days went by

But the mother wren stayed inside;

Knowing soon her little one’s songs

Would fill the empty skies.

Soon the sound of chirping came

And heads popped out to see;

The new world opened up to them

Outside the piney tree.

In time, the little ones learned to fly

And took off one by one;

And came and sat upon my rail

Just as their father had done.

Hello little wren, upon the rail

It’s such a lovely day;

I hope you’ve time to sit awhile

And sing for me today.