The Canary Song

Sunday started with the usual noise

Of breakfast pans, and other things

But over the whirr of their daily life

They all could hear a Canary sing

Grandpa rushed to get his Bird Book

He always forgets the names, you know,

Dad rushed to get his phone on portrait,

With the smarter, older brother in tow

Mom had things to do,

Or she always thought so,

Why, now if she starts watching birds,

She’d really have to let things go!

The three year old, with his feathery feet

Climbed on the chair, without scaring it away

He watched it flutter its yellow wings

And heard the song that came his way

Just moments later, everybody was back

But the bird was fickle, it was on its way

So they thought the tiny three year old

Must have scared the bird away

The little boy doesn’t know the name

And he is too naive to care about those things,

But every day, he draws a little yellow bird

While just like it, he tries to sing.