The Bird in My Hair
when i awake one morning a bird be on my head i ask what be you do there it look at me and say a i think your head be a nest a i couldna'ta believe it be sit on my hair a your hair be a warm nest in the cold wintera say the bird the birda's voice be a whistle in the wind how could it have manage to get into my room a i look out my window i saw it be snow a the snow flake fell i immediately understood the bird find shelter from the bone chill cold