The Nightingale of the Air

The nightingale of the air

A beautiful bird small and fair,

With wings of ruby, emerald, sapphire,

It sits atop a towering spire.

With eyes of opal, feathers of lace,

It soars and spins with heavenly grace.

It weaves its sticks and twigs of bronze,

Singing its sweet and irresistable songs.

A small part of God's creation,

Sending a message across the nation.

With copper feet,

It taps a beat,

Against the oaken branches.

Its food it cunningly catches.

And eats its hard-earned meal,

With its beak of gold and teeth of steel.

What a magnificent bird this is!

All over the world it lives.

Yet people mistake this intelligent creature,

For a weak and useless feature.

It flies in the clouds of fluff and mist,

This bird needs no assist.

There is no animal quite so fair,

As the nightingale of the air.