The hummingbird trills its electric hum

Whilst the wings on its back expertly thrum

They zip about the world carefree

Red is ever pleasing to their vision

For these are birds of exact precision

What a lovely color to see

They unfurl their fiddlehead tongues

Pilfer sweet nectar from flowers just sprung

To these birds, life is but a dream

An itty bitty nest will do just fine

For eggs no bigger than a fingernail of mine

Hidden from the sunbeams

Iridescent feathers line their figures

Mistaken for jewels if not so miniature

To match the evergreens