Outside the window the birds have landed
They're pecking away on pieces of bread,
Hundreds of worthless crumbs to them handed
As different flocks are now being fed.
They're pecking away on pieces of bread
They are fondly teasing one another
As different flocks are now being fed
A carpet of birds the gardens bother.
They are fondly teasing one another
A countless array of flocks flying past
A carpet of birds the gardens bother
The bread crumbs will in time be finished fast.
A countless array of flocks flying past
Hundreds of worthless crumbs to them handed
The bread crumbs will in time be finished fast