As tiny as a needle pin
Short by a poppy of three
Or below half a stem from two
Treble the bird was a fuzzy bird
Soft as a pillow and pedal
A crown of feathers to brush
And wings that whisper and hush
Treble the bird was the loudest bird
Crowed like a rooster in barns
Cawed like a raven would caw
Sharp as a whistle and more
Treble the bird was unlike many
For hatchlings grew from tiny eggs
Soon calling chicks to chickens
But not Treble, for he was neither
Treble the bird is a button quail
All grown up fitting your hand
Runs like rain and just as quiet
But be careful, he talks back
Yes, Treble talks back, but not like us
For after all he is a bird
Yet unlike other birds
You can understand Treble
So if ever you understand a quail
Listen to what he has to say
And talk back, because he might just be
Treble the bird
NOTE: Children's poetry typically follows a tetrameter.
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