Another season nears
And I remove a vinyl curtain
The viewing window's clear
I spot a pair of love birds flirtin'
For every wing-ed beast
I have provided sanctuary
So please, stop in and see, my aviary

Egrets, I have a few
In the lagoon, stand at attention
And the rare, flightless emu, it flaps its wings without ascension
Wild geese, their southward course, will find no Fudds with shotguns scary
A refuge, fair for fowl, my aviary

When I was young, I heard the words
"Old Paddy Boy, he is for the birds!"
Despite it all, like Robert Stroud
I joined the flock, and shunned the crowd
Then I embarked, just for a lark, my aviary

I've doves, macaws and wrens
Bright colored finches of my choosing
A bluebird, now and then, owl upon a rafter snoozing
A pink flamingo posed
For tourist cameras, stationary
They marvel at the sight, my aviary

For what is a man, why is he here?
If not to share what he holds dear
Appreciate canary's trill, a whooping crane, elusive thrill
In winter's snows, I feed the crows
My aviary

It's my aviary