Baby birds a bunting

Baby birds a bunting, leaning out the nest and wondering why,
Baby birds a bunting, eating squishy worms from Momma,
Baby birds a bunting, getting ready for the flight,
Baby birds a bunting, soon to be on their way,
Baby birds a bunting, stretching their wings and thinking of giving it a try,
Baby birds a bunting, fly, fly, fly,
First one off he goes to the rooftops of the garage,
Second went too,
Third waited and called to his family,
eventually he too flew the coop,
One is still in the yard perched upon the back fence with Momma hovering and protecting nearby,
Baby birds a bunting, the nest is empty and now it is just good-bye.
Lady of the Oak