“It looks a long way down”
Said the little bird
To his Dad who was standing by,
“I’m bound to fall
And hurt myself
If I really try to fly”.

“And my head spins around
When I look at the clouds
They float so very high,
And I’m scared of the thought
Of leaving our nest
Was I really born to fly?”

And his dad gave the boy
A comforting look
And paused before he spoke,
And wrapping a wing
Around his son
A quick cough to clear his throat.

“There comes a time
In every birds’ life
When he has to fly the nest.
And yours is now”
He told his son
“It can only be for the best”.

“This nest is old
In disrepair
It needs updating too,
It has no heat
Nor comfortable seats
And we have an outdoor loo”.

“And you my son
Have put it off too long
You should’ve been potty trained,
I’m sick and tired
Of stepping in poo
Which gets sticky when it’s rained”

“So the time has come
For you to go”
Dad told him with a sigh,
And just like that
He kicked him out
He DID know how to fly!