every morning when I step out my door,
.a little bird is waiting on the floor
a beautiful bird with green and blue feathers,
a silvery shine and a voice like the 3 tenors.
,a very clever bird, that listens and hears
.very old and wise, his eyes as with tears

every morning he waits for me there,
.and looks at me as I tie back my hair
he tweets and tweets, a faithful tune,
from the end of august to the begining of june.


,but now there is a problem
.he's not waiting today
I know the reason and I have to pay.
,I could scream, run, or even shout
but the only reason,
       is because his batteries ran out!!!