Little Bluejay

The nest was too small for you
Newly mated were your sires
And the food too plentiful
Grow beyond the rim you did

So you fell and would have perished
But for one of tender heart
Took the very hat that shaded
Filled with rose petals and you

Then the surrogate nest was lifted
In the old pine tree was set
By the nest twas insufficient
While the elders cried and pecked

Now the dust has fully settled
In the straw hat being fed
Sitting in the sweet rose petals
What a mansion for a fledge