F-reedom in the air
L-ovely, sweet and rare
Y-ear in year out
C-ome the little birds to sing and
shout
A-s he flies like a little red rocket
T-his bright little bird who can fit
in your pocket
C-apturing every shaft of life
H-e snatches insects in mid air
flight
E-very day I hope to see
R-ed rocket flying up to me.
(julialbutchart)