Twee Dee, Twee Bee, Boo

Twee dee, twee bee, boo,
A little bird singing in blue.

She can sing, oh yes, she can,
Though not as grand as the rest in her clan.

Her voice cracks once in a while,
Like a frog or even a bull when riled.

But she’s learning, and trying her best,
Though, every now and then, she would rather rest.

Learning is undeniably ever so tiring,
Moreover, often enough, rather discouraging.

Not good enough? A pounding ponder,
Ridiculing the mind to the corner.

Work-in-progress, a reason or a good excuse?
Regardless which, it’s not a joke to be let loose.

And thus, in her nest she laid, a day or two,
Then out she came, recovering from the flu.

Twee dee, twee bee, boo,
The little bird sang out all her blues.