We have a baby cockatiel,
Sammie's her name, and she loves to squeal.
She climbs to the top of my Christmas Tree
And she is as cute as she can be.

She rattles her way up to the top,
She has goal, and she won't stop.
She sees the light that's way up high,
She always forgets that she can't fly.

She gets up there and looks around,
and wonders how she will get down.
She looks to me to help her out,
Then hops, and jumps, and flaps about.

She bounces down, limb by limb.
Maybe she should learn to swim.
She makes her way down to the floor,
Then realizes there are gifts to explore.

She pulls on ribbons, tags, and bows,
And what's inside, nobody knows.
She grabs the wrapping to rip and tear,
Determined to see just what's in there.

She finds her treats, then stops to eat,
And she really isn't very neat.
But she makes our Christmas very bright,
We'll always love her, she's quite a sight.

Christmases will come and go,
We hope that each will bring us snow.
But Sammie will bring us so much joy,
We thank God he made her for us to enjoy.