A nest is just a pile of twigs
Neatly woven with strings and things
Until a bird calls it home
And has a family of his own

This house is only wood and rock
Just like the others on our block
But now with birds of our own
You make this house a home

Birds of our own
You shine with your innocence
Birds of our own
We take joy in your ignorance
Birds of our own
A new lease on life - seen through the eyes of a child

As the chick learns to fly
It grows and soars in the sky
Matures and leaves the nest alone
To go make a home if it's own

You will also grow and learn
Learning new things at every turn
To leave and make your own home
Someday having birds of your own

Birds of your own
Teach them well along the way
Birds of your own
Tell them you love them every day
Birds of your own
The miracle of life goes on