
The Little Bird’s Song
Flying with the east wind, Under the bright blue sky, Came a pretty little bird, Whose name was Woodpie. She picked the tree ‘twas the best, Collected the finest twigs, Built the warmest nest, And began to sing: “All ye, Welcome to my home, It’s called woodpie.com Bring along the books that you’ve read And wish to share. Come along… Read more →