Painted bunting

Like a bright bit of kite
Tangled in a tree's branches
Stop Mr. Bunting
Let me see your true colors:

Blue as the sky on a summer day

Red as a candied apple

Green as the leaves on the sycamore tree

Yellow as lemon pie

Sing and flit in the treetops

I will not give your hiding place away.

Come and eat at my feeder.