The Finch

The finch with your feathers so fluffy,

The way you fly is always so goofy,

When we get close you're always so squeaky,

You're always so scared because you're so teeny,

Sitting on that tree so high,

How I would love to see you fly,

In the trees, you love to lie,

Flying so high in the sky,

In those trees, you're constantly squeaking,

When you see us you're constantly fleeing.