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)