I hear birds making nests through inner walls,
Because the weather's cold with frequent squalls,
They sing to me, whilst working or at play
It cannot help but brighten up my day
A song that birds sing, safe within their lair
The music in my ears is extraordinaire.
When all of earth awakens from its sleep,
A kind of promise for their home to keep,
And spring awaits the hatching of each brood,
My solemn vow in this vernal splenditude.