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A tiny titmouse soft and grey

came to our house one sunny day

he looked around as if to stay

and then he simply flew away

I put some seeds up in the tray

and he flew back to eat and play

I watched him from my window bay

this tiny bird so soft and grey

And next morn he came again

and this time he brought a friend

a tiny creature wild and weak

with small brown eyes and pointed beak

and on the bird house they did land

whose post I'd planted in the sand

I watched them as they chirped and preened

tinyest creatures, I'd ever seen

I watched them as the days went by

I noticed that they both did fly

back and forth with worms and bugs

to feed a nest of hungry birds

now I call these birds my friends

for all their time with me they spend

and now their here for all to see

this tiny titmouse family