A cheep flies past,
a little bird flying,
super fast.
A boy in the woods is crying,

The little bird flies over,
to see the trouble.
Turns out he is a rover,
sitting on a stubble.

He can not find his parent,
or see his home.
He is an errant,
so lets look and roam.

With my wings I will fly,
past the trees giving them a hustle.
Up high in the sky,
and past the leaves that rustle.

"Look over there!"
"A house I see,"
"A what and where?"
"It's just there a home I see, so a home it must be,"

The boy followed the bird,
out of the forest.
Past a big herd,
past a florist.

Over plains and hills,
across a river and lake,
past farmer mills.
BUT watch out a snake

What shall we do,
it can strangle and bite.
Lets grab the crew,
and lets fight.

The boy grabs a stick,
I use my beak.
He gives a kick,
I slowly sneak.

While he distracts,
I go around.
The boy smacked,
I gave a pound,

and the snake slithered off,
to a different place,
he gave a cough,
with a withered face.

We keep on walking,
to get back home.
We keep on talking,
we see some brome.

We know we are there,
we be subtle and behave.
And finish it off, with a stare,
And a wave.