My Boss
by cricketjeff on November 20, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
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He puffs his chest with pride and starts to sing
The smartest bird on any winters day
He always wants the best of everything
He’s sung for me and now I have to pay!
He’s brushed away the snow but cannot find
The sort of food that suits his regal style
I’m pretty sure I know what’s in his mind
A meal worm would surely make him smile
All winter long he’ll brighten up the scene
A flash of red amongst the grey and white
He’ll keep my smile till spring brings back the green
A spark of joy when winters at its height
I love the cheeky way I’m bossed around
I’ll keep him fed while frost is on the ground
English