O' hark Wren bird you come to my windowsill
You're on the lookout
I watch you watching all around you
You see what must be done
What is clear or what's in your way
Your song you choose to sing
You will not be frightened or threatened away
Bold and resilient
Plumage stands out
Head held high
Chest feathered strong
You will not be weathered by winters throng
Thank You for visiting and stopping by
The God and Goddess messengers of the sky
  Off little Wren goes to perch with joy in birds eye