In a little pudding house,
Sat a little pudding boy.
Our pudding boy was very round,
turning stale and oh so coy.
He liked to stay inside all day,
Sit by the window and look at birds.
But the closest that he ever got
Was a window splashed with sparrow turds.
He happened to watch an inspiring film
And decided to change his ways.
He put on his finest sugar coat
To meet the birds and put on a display.
But the birds gobbled up our little pudding boy
And gobbled up his little pudding home.
Take heart, for though he may not have known,
He was in some sense no longer alone.