Under a tree
Lay a blown away nest
With its treasure chest
Of little birdies three
The three little orphans
The three uninvited guests
Filled up the gaps
In our hearts and nest
To give them their right to fly
To give them their tiny space in sky
We fought against nature
We forgot our little stature
They were fed; they were christened
They were told about our mission
Our chests filled with pride
They were ready for their maiden flight
The flight never took off
A few proud young feathers remained
Duke the dog was satisfied
Looked grateful for the meal supplied
To put us at our place
Nature showed her ugly face
We lost the fight
She proved her might