Weaver
In the windy gush,
He rushes between the bush.
Speck by speck, he collects the twigs,
Gently plopping between the limbs.
It takes a whole day,
To collect all the hay.
Building a nest, Trying with all his might,
Procuring his family with all his...
He rushes between the bush.
Speck by speck, he collects the twigs,
Gently plopping between the limbs.
It takes a whole day,
To collect all the hay.
Building a nest, Trying with all his might,
Procuring his family with all his...