This poems comes from my sweet one year old baby. . Her nick name from birth is birdie, and now our little birdie creates quite a storms. we call her the thunder bird.
Thunder Bird.
Thunder Bird, how do you do it?
The mess you make, there's something to it!
It has a special quality
Like a sign from you to me.
It says " No matter how you try
I'll mess it up so don't ask why!"
I clean the room, I turn around,
You've turned it all upside down!
In a flash and without warning!
I'm dumb founded and in mourning.
I'm locked in battle with your will
I think your winning! you little pill.
You tweet n' coo and smile at me
Clap little hands in such glee.
And I will admit its really sweet.
Then my plants are at my feet!
So much energy! It can't be safe
Your so small, a little waif.
But I love you, and your messy ways.
Your infectious joy, energetic blaze.
Change your ways? I don't think you should.
But how do we use your powers for good?
Thunder Bird.
Thunder Bird, how do you do it?
The mess you make, there's something to it!
It has a special quality
Like a sign from you to me.
It says " No matter how you try
I'll mess it up so don't ask why!"
I clean the room, I turn around,
You've turned it all upside down!
In a flash and without warning!
I'm dumb founded and in mourning.
I'm locked in battle with your will
I think your winning! you little pill.
You tweet n' coo and smile at me
Clap little hands in such glee.
And I will admit its really sweet.
Then my plants are at my feet!
So much energy! It can't be safe
Your so small, a little waif.
But I love you, and your messy ways.
Your infectious joy, energetic blaze.
Change your ways? I don't think you should.
But how do we use your powers for good?
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