Flustered Feathers

Out in the yard under the apple tree

Struts a little bird proud as can be

Miss Frizzle has got that rusty orange glow

With fluffy feathered boots everywhere she'll go

(cluck cluck cluck)

Oh Miss Frizzle, don't you startle so (don't fly away) I reach

on down to say hello

You flap and flurry for a second or two

Then settle right down like you always do (sweet little hen)

Your fancy feathery slippers

drag in the dirt

I only want to make sure

you didn't get hurt

You give a little squawk,

a sudden jumpy fright

Then tuck your little head

and hold on tight (warm and soft)

Just a moment of panic in the air

Then you realize that we are a pair

No need to scatter,

no need to flee

You're the safest little bird

in the world with me

Feathered toes

in the evening sun

Miss Frizzle, my favorite one (cluck cluck)