Every morn I sit and sip
A cup of birdish tea
For all the nutrients it gives
To young and growing me.
I go wander lively woods
To find a chirpy tree,
Pull out a mug of seed or bugs
And offer it for free.
All the birds come flit or flip
Their way down to come see
What it is I have to give
And if they might agree
To trade a taste of sun on clouds
For a toothsome fee.
Some come soaked in morning dew
Or wind off an apple tree,
All are flavored with a splash
Of sun and land and sea.
The only way I’ll meet the day
Is sipping birdish tea.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of John James Audubon.