Nesting Birds

We got the colorful feathers Strong beaks, and melancholic sound Where we makes our own songs You prefer the rhymes a plenty For your children in this earth They hearing the songs of ours in homes Tries to imitate which we amuses We knows no one can imitate us in clarity Or sing the song that we sings, when happy Because we are taught ourselves without tutor Or instruments, to assist in our songs Oh! dear ones, we can share this earth Leave us in our own world to sing You help us to continue our own life The little birds, in shades and branches And for nesting with rightful ways.