The birds are flitting through the air
In grass and wood and sea
Consuming up their special food
Onwards to victory
We’ll muster up the egg harvest
And summon up the cards
Reclaiming what was once my own
Urn filled with keepsake shards
Our Wingspan game was lots of fun
I think we’ll do it more
But now it’s once more back to school
To see what’s there in store