A ritual of nature is
The migrant flight of birds
You can mark the seasons as
Up high their squawks are heard
They’re welcome sights we see in spring
When from the south they come
Ready to enjoy the warmth
Like winged and beaked beach bums
Birds are our “fair-weathered friends”
Though short-lived is their stay
Having freedom to move on
When winter’s on its way
And that is why Canadians
Are known as “snowbirds” too
If cold, they’re seeking warmer climes
Just like those smart birds do!
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