Taff fed the birds every day,
Seeds and nuts, honey, pears,
She even grew them flower chairs.
They were hers and she was theirs,
Every day birds flocked to Taff
To sing for her and hear her laugh.
Each were whole in their own half,
Birds did not come to her for seeds,
Taff had no sing-song needs.
Each joyed in the other’s deeds,
Each had perfect parts to play,
Till one day, with them, she flew away.