Three little birds sitting in a tree,
One red, one green,
One red, one green, one blue as can be.
Blue ruffles its feathers, looking at me.
"Don't eat so many seeds," it says,
"You'll turn into a stone".
I swallow my prize as Red flits to a branch alone.
"Look at Red," says Blue
"Look at Red," says Blue "It's trying to be a twig. How silly".
"Please Blue, if it's not best to be a stone and it's not best to be a twig,
What is it best to be?"
Blue looks at me.
"It's best to be pretty".