MB the Mockingbird visits me each winter, I feed him raisins, a gift from our Lord and Savior, a true winner His feathers shine in the sunlight so bright, A beautiful sight, bringing me delight
He chirps and sings with such grace, Bringing joy to this quiet place I know it's a sign from above, A symbol of God's endless love
So I'll continue to feed my feathered friend, And cherish the moments we spend MB the Mockingbird, a gift from above, A reminder of God's endless love
