Moaning and Groaning

Tweet, tweet, tweeting happily do they sing
water they do drink
from their green cup leafs

Flap, flap, flapping, your little feathered wings
dancing in the shade
of the grand oak tree,

Work, work, working, to nest upon this tree
to the highest branch
for not an eye to see,

Sit, sit, sitting, trying to hatch your eggs
three little fledgling
born upon this day,

Feed, feed, feeding, tweeting little birds
soon there will be air
beneath your baby wings,

Fly, fly, flying, as far as you can go
trying to start a nest
beyond your families own,

Cry, cry, crying, how hard it is for me
I listen to the birds
who never seem to moan?

Try, try, trying to make it on my own
maybe take a lesson
from the birds who never groan?