Birds in their nest on a stormy night
As I lay in bed inside,
I think of those poor birds outside.
The wind is howling through the trees,
how the birds sleep, I can't see.
To have your nest rocking to and fro,
its lucky birds don't get vertigo,
to top it off the birds confess,
their nest is just a soggy mess.
I'm glad I'm not a bird outside,
I would rather be cosy and warm inside.