On the branch of a tree
Is a house for a bird
We do know that the bird is a she
We can tell when its name is heard

She whistles and singing for us all
And mind you she might resemble a certain girl
Well, so they say those who her name they often call
Admittedly, wooers even consider her a genuine perl

OK the house of the bird is a nest
And the shape of it is the state of art
Now there is a competition of who is the best
So peeping through their windows hoping breaking her heart

So now we are just waiting for the bird to come
And if that is a sparrow or owl we are enxious to see
So when she turns up, we will be surprised where she comes from
Nevertheless, the one who gets the first look will certainly feel free

And for those inventive ones
Seems not to know any limit or room
Numbers like five and seven are not cons
And are excelled in favourite of the chosen bird's groom



Enjoy the summer everyone!!!