Gladys E. Lawrence
The hummingbird is a tiny bird,
With a very tiny wing,
I’ve seen him flutter and fly about,
But I have never heard him sing.
I’ve seen him drink nectar from the flowers,
With his tiny long, thin beak,
And even then when hard at work,
He never makes a peep.
To keep him in sight is hard to do,
Because he is so fast,
But this tiny bird knows when to go home,
It’s when the summer has past..
So when fall is here and winter has passed,
And the springtime brings the rain,
When the summer is warm and the flowers bloom,
We will see our little friend again.