The morning bird sings in the sun lit due.
"Come here little bird, come here you."
He sings in the morning every day.
He sings on a wire, he sings in the hay.
I try to catch him but I can not,
So I run to the kitchen to grab a pot.
I chase him all around my house,
Like a cat who is chasing a mouse.
I finally spot him sitting on the ground.
Head up high on the baseball mound.
I look at him, he looks very dim.
So I decide not to catch him.
I say to myself, he must have a home.
So I decided to leave him alone.
" Good bye morning bird, see you in a while.
I'll see you tomorrow." I say with a smile.
The story that you have just heard,
Is a story I wrote about the morning bird.
