A Fall Rhyme Story by Jean Warren


The birds are having a pow wow,
Out in a tall fir tree.
They sound very excited,
I wonder what it could be.

Their friends are still arriving,
They’re coming by the score.
They’d better all move over
So there’ll be room for more.

I think they’re making plans
For the way that they will go,
When they all fly South this fall
Away from the ice and snow.

They sound so undecided
Yet they need to leave real soon,
For the big friendly fir tree
Is running out of room!

Then, at last they take off
Together in the sky.
I guess they all agreed
Upon a route to fly.