If I were high up in the sky
What is it that my eyes would spy
Lots of rooftops affording space
To pigeons, gulls, all birds apace
With other havens to be found
Where they are safer than on ground.
I am so glad to be alive
And able to help birds survive
Supplying all those old stale buns,
Kitchen scraps along with bread crumbs
Tis how it is I’m known to be
Bird feeder and their good fairy !