On bush and tree

They bumble through the air with grace and glee, 
These long-tailed titmice of the rosy hue; 
They weave their domes of moss on bush and tree, 
And line them soft with feathers old and new. 
They chatter all the day with cheerful sound, 
And share their food and warmth with kin and friend; 
They flock together when the cold comes round, 
And help each other till the winter's end. 
They have no care for fame or worldly gain, 
But live in simple joy and harmony; 
They teach us how to love and not complain, 
And how to find delight in what we see. 
So let us praise these birds of pink and white, 
Who fill our hearts with wonder and delight.

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