SONG OF THE BIRDBATH

The bath shined like a star In my backyard
When the moon danced high in the night.
The wind whispered a word
To call the first bird
To bathe in the milky moonlight.

He swirled, splashed, and spluttered.
Like flags, his wings fluttered
To wave the other birds on,
And in just a bit,
No more could fit,
But they came just the same until dawn.

They joined in a song,
And the wind sang along,
And whistled through the tips of their beaks.
All were excited,
And more were invited,
They hadn't had a bath in weeks.

Without any soap or sud,
They washed away the mud,
Every sparrow, blue jay, and owl,
But away they must fly
To drip and then dry,
Because no one brought a towel!