“How I love the mist of dew drops in my feathers this morning,” tooweets the Towhee.
“Yes! And I am hungry!” barks the Blue Jay.
“Swwweet thistle seed! Swweeet thistle seed!” squeaks the Goldfinch between beakfuls.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” peeps mother Robin.
“Meeeee?” Catbird mews.
“No! You! Not you! Not you!” scolds Robin.
“Me? Who, me?” Robin’s little fledge pips.
“You! Yes, you! You there!” she replies. “Here! Over here. Get over here.”
“Whyyyyyyy?” mocks Catbird.
“Not you! You! Come Fledgeling, do not dilly, dally not!” mother Robin peeps and chups. “The ground is soft and wormy. Eat! Eat! Autumn will be here soon.”