Listen children, have you heard about the little Wirdy Bird?
Momma Bird and Papa Bird were full of hope and love.
Their miracle was growing between the earth and sky above.
The nest they built was safe and warm to keep their little chick from harm.
For a brief eternity they formed a blissful trinity.
Wirdy Bird would dance and sing to make his parents cherish him.
Never had a sweeter song been sung beneath the fleeting sun.
Alas, they loved their little bird too much to let him go.
They plumped him full of scrumptious grubs to make his tummy grow.
Days and months and seasons mingled, life was like an endless song.
Leaves fell down all brown and brittle, until one day Papa Bird was gone.
Mamma Bird worked twice as hard without the help of Papa Bird.
Then one chilly Autumn day the grubs she gathered got away.
Wirdy Bird was hungry, but he had no God to beg.
He watched the chilly midnight sky: the moon looked like an egg.
The Egg begat the Bird as the Song supplies the Word.
That shell contained a World wherein the Universe unfurled.
He perched upon his lifelong nest to take his only flight.
He leapt aloft and flapped his wings and plunged into the night.
Nothing more was ever heard from that lovely little bird.