Birds are singing (to the tune of 'All through the night')
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
Wren’s explosive song is startling,
Thrush’s notes are as surprising
Cuckoo’s call is Spring announcing,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
Goldfinch always looks amazing,
Chaffinch too with chorus raising,
Greenfinch sounds are strangely grating,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
We love Robins in our gardens,
Nightingales we strain to hear them,
Sparrows gather not so often,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
Collar doves are courting madly,
Magpies are behaving badly,
Starlings flock less often sadly,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
Pretty Bluetits preen each feather,
Great Tits call in every weather,
Dunnocks root in grass and heather,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
Blackbirds like to hail each other,
Long tailed tits will stay together
Pigeons can be quite a bother,
all through the day.
Birds are singing, notes are ringing,
all through the day.
Birds are winging, branches swinging,
all through the day.
God created all these creatures,
gave them each their special features,
praise him for his caring greatness
all through the day.
Jacqui A Horton 2013