The Luna Moth is beautiful
And only flies at night
The Nighthawk craves her silky wings
Thinks they’re a tasty bite.
The fiesty little Siskins
Are eating niger by the bag
The Hummers flitting to and fro
Are recovered from jet lag.
The Phoebes and the Pee Wees
The Swallows and the Finches
All flocking round our garden now
It’s growing bugs and inches.
Even the flower beds are springing!
