Petey Bird Petey Bird, Petey Bird, standing in your crib Shaking your bed rails and looking for your bib. Mama picks you up and checks that you are dry, “There’s my little Petey,” she says with a smile. Petey Bird, little bird, what are you doing Trying to steal food that Mama is chewing You’re under the table, or beside her chair Standing up on tiptoes with your spikey hair. Not wanting baby food, you climb down instead Reaching for her toast, got jelly on your head! Little chubby fingers sneaking up the side Thinking she can’t see you when you try to hide! Petey Bird, Mama’s bird, running through the house Think you made it past her, quiet as a mouse Arms reach out to grab you as you start to fall Sliding on that old braided rug in the hall! Petey Bird, busy bird, it’s time for your nap Go to sleep, close your eyes, your hands in your lap. Your eyes fly open, so much for you to do! Jumping in your bed till Mama comes for you. Petey bird, baby bird, looking for your brother He will want to play, unlike your crabby mother! He’s sitting on the couch watching his favorite shows He yells “Mom!” when he sees your sleeve wiping your nose! Petey Bird, Petey Bird finally in your bed Dinner’s done, bath was fun, prayers have all been said. Mama hugs you tight, lays blankie on your chest “Sweet dreams baby, close your eyes so I can rest!” Petey bird, now grown with children of your own Look back on how quickly childhood has flown. Mama shared this lifetime, but you’ll forever be The child she raised, little bird, who learned to fly free.
