The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring

He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her to do the rest

He flutters his wings and calls his mate, inviting her in through the gate

The blue tits colours do seem attractive, but she wants to know if his love is active

He only sings all year round, enjoying his attractive sound

His songs are sung just out of worry, he needs to mate before the flurry

In the cold of winter he does not leave, but searches food amongst the leaves

Out of site he will remain, until it’s time to start again

This is the life of the little blue tit, he sometimes relaxes, but he doesn’t quit

Saleh Ben Saleh