My Blackbird

"Sunny today" the weathman says,
Out in the garden my blackbird plays.

He hopes and runs and flaps his wings,
He knows all the nice things that summer time brings.

He is searching for worms and caterpillars green,
He eats them up quickly befor he is seen.

I like to play in my garden sometimes,

I go on my swing and make it go high,
But I always know that Blackyis close by.

He sits in the tree and watches me swing,
I feed hem with apples and nuts on a string.