Fly, fly, fly, little birdie by Jacob Monroe dedicated to Sophia.

Today is birdie's birthday just hatched from her egg.

Her eyes will want to open and she tries to move her legs.

She sees the world around her with trees and bees and plants.

She looks around and looks right up and sees her happy parents.

Birdie's one month old now can move and see just fine.

She's even asked her parents.

Can you teach me how to fly?

She tries and tries and tries some more.

It's harder than it seems.

And when she thinks she's tried too hard, she's flying with her wings.

She flies up high above the park, far away from where she's from.

She sees new things she's never seen.

What fun this has become.

Flying further than she planned.

She comes across new things.

The big and small and oddly shaped and most do not have wings.

Quite some time along the way, birdie makes new friends.

They fly with her and run along and search for hidden gems.

When birdie wants to fly some more, her friends laid down to rest.

Moving fast and flying high, the bird has seen it all.

Or canoes, trees and lovely friends, a place called Montreal.

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