The Woman in the Birdhouse

The woman in the birdhouse
This is a little poem
She has lots of friends
She is rarely alone
Her friends are the sea, the sun and the birds
that fly the sky
To know her is to love her
About this I would not lie

She is a teeny tiny woman
Otherwise how would she fit in her house
So you must believe me if I tell you she is
as small as a mouse

She is a bit peculiar
We are all, don’t you say
But she is in a good way so
If we come to visit we all want to stay

There is a woman in the birdhouse
and we all like her just that way









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