I am the march bird, the march bird, the march bird,
Oh yes, oh wonderful I!
As I sat in my nest
I noticed a pest,
And he went by a name, which was fly.
So I said buzz off, but he just gave a cough.
I told him goodbye, but he just sat there, fly.
So then crunch was the sound of that guy.
The March Bird’s Warning
It was early March morning, and I got a warning from a birdie way up in the sky.
There would be ants in my pants,
And frogs that would dance,
On top of my blueberry pie!