Birdie

I once had a little bird,
he never would say a word,(he kept to himself mostly)
i found him on the street,
his wing was broken so neat,
i took off my coat and gave it to him,
then it got cold so i took it back again,(it was almost winter)
i ran so fast to get him warm,
then i started to sweat up a mighty big storm,
when we got home i gave him my coat,(thought he might be cold)
when i got up stairs i tried not to gloat,
when i put him in a cage,
he went on a rampage,
so i let him run around the house,(mom didn't like that)
one day he caught a little brown mouse,(or that)
then one day a cold i got,
a cure for cancer my mom soon sought,(she got that way sometimes)
i told her "don't let it annoy ya,"
"its only Pomona,"
that little bird was my only companion,
because my father now had a bunion,(long story)
the birdies down got much thicker,
he was getting ready for a long winter,
try as i might that little birdie didn't want to stay,
for he was ramming his head into that window at bay,(my mom used windex)
then one day when i was all better,
i went to him and took a feather,(he bit me after)
just to remember him,
i named hem Tim,
then i went to the window,
and gave him a meno,(he likes those)
out that window he flew so fast,
and i was hopping that moment would always last.