Oh little birds you crowd my door
What is it you are waiting for
A bit of bread or cracker crumbs
That from my kitchen table comes
Leftovers from a berry tart
I meant for you right from the start ?
I want to share my feast with you
The way most thoughtful persons do
The Lord above has taught us this
Some joys in life we must not miss.
Perhaps one day when I am old
And all my senses have grown cold
You’ll sing to me your old time song
Reminding me that I belonged !