Where is my mother? I want to be fed.
Need her soft feathers a-warming my head.
Safe in our nest with her covering us,
We will be quiet and not make a fuss.
Home’s getting crowded now. What a tight squeeze!
Hurry. Get stronger, wings. Carry me, please.
Life is too cramped in this wee, little nest,
Out in the real world, I know it is best.