There's a stir in the Jungle
There's a breeze in the sky
New Little Toucan's
getting ready to fly
His beak feels top heavy
he thinks he might die
but he'll never succeed
unless he's willing to try
Then he heard the words
as he said them out loud
and it echoed the jungle
as if it surrounded him
"You can Toucan"
Just be willing to try
"You can Toucan"
You were born to fly
"You can Toucan"
so can you so can I
About the Creator
NJ Hines Bailey
NJHB lives in Belize. She is by avocation a writer and poet who loves to write non-fiction, poetry and children's stories. She is forever in search of an illustrator. She is an environmentalist and an anti-racist activist.
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