The little birdies

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