A  red bird sits on a branch
It is winter
He is elegant
He looks proud
Looking at him is entrancing

Red bird

He brightens everything
He sets the scene
Snow is whiter
Trees are greener
Winter is brighter

Red bird

His feathers are perfect
On top of his head sits a crown
He has a dark black face
Surrounded by red
His beak matches his color

Red bird

A bevy of them are lovely
Sitting in bushes or a tree
They look too good to be true
They are beautiful

Red bird