He stumbled and bumbled, his eyes tightly closed.
He fell out of his shell, right onto his nose!
He wobbled and bobbled, then uncurled his toes,
He opened his beak and a cry quickly rose!
He wiggled and jiggled; it startled him so,
He just toppled over, right into the snow!
He jittered and twittered; he hopped and cajoled.
He cantered and skipped; he shimmied and rolled.
With a start and a twitch, he opened his eyes,
He unfurled his wings with a bit of surprise.
He flopped and he flapped and uttered some cries
Then he rumbled, then ran, then he took to the skies!
He faltered and dove; he twirled and he rose.
He swooped and he spiraled; he trounced in the troughs!
He zipped through the forest and over the boughs.
He circled a mountain; he raced through the groves!
He learned how to fly and he learned how to zing.
Then, this Mockingbird, he did a wonderful thing!
He opened his beak and he brought up his wing
And then... he began... to sing!
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