weaver Birde

 

 

 

       Weaver birdie

Wake up wake up it is dawn

Chirping chirping here is on.

A little birdie with shrilly in sound

Up on the crown, her time is bound.

Lovely home with wide funnel

Long and round like a tunnel.

Hanging  hanging is her nest

Shaggy shaggy here she rest.

People took it just for bin

few one know that little inn.

Always busy in her work

Please please let no jerk.

Food and feather often beats

No matter what she eats.

Her colour  is pale and gray,

Often She is busy  with hey.

Frisking up and down the nest

Harder harder, ties she best.

Oh little creature you are jolly,

Children took you as little  dolly..

                                                            (b raina gangyal jmu)