Birds

Birds,birds,they cant say words

Its only the spring they sing

Birds birds big or small short or tall

It dosent matter cause I like em all

By michael 4^th class

Birds

Birds, birds they fly so high in the sky

They can fly even through the sky

Birds birds they cant say words

He hops around,

And pecks the ground,

And pulls an earthworm free,

Of earth and clay and grass and weeds,

Wrestling as you can see.

After his meal of soft pink flesh,

He flies into a tree,

Bold as brass is he.

He throws his litte head right back,

And swells his bright read breast,

He opens up his tiny beak,

And sings a sweet melody.

by Niamh.

The Wishing Bird!

I was out with my friends.

When a lovely bird came down to us.

The bird said you will have one wish.

After he sang a lovely song.

I thought and I thought I looked at the bird again.

His coat was so nice.

It was all the colour's of the rainbow.

I though again and I said.

I want to be a bird like you.

Then I got wings and a lovely coat like you and lovely.

I flew up high in the sky.

It was the best time of my live.

Then my friends came.

By Niamh C

Water Birds

Moorhen, Coot and Mallard too,

Widgeon, Dunlin, Mute,

The all live at the water side,

And sometimes on it too.

Curlew and Redshank,

Have long beaks for,

Catching lugworm by the shore.

But the one with the cream breast,

Is definetaly the one I like best,

For the Teal (he or she),

Is surely the one best for me.

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