My Little My Poem by Grahame Lockey

The youngest bird has the widest beak,
Not one for playing hide and seek –
Straight for the kill, neck or gill.
Not one for elbows on the window sill.

You are my Little My...

The youngest bird makes the loudest noise,
Like a handsome little girl, more boy than the boys.
Your life will speed up, like this your song.
Make mistakes child, but do no wrong.

You are my Little My...


(lyrics to the song 'My Little My')