Resting on a thorny bush, 

Calming down the impulsive rush, 

I'm a yellow browed tit, 

Among the might oak I fit, 

A sharp 'tis' note is my call, 

I travel to the plains when snowfall, 

Seeds of Rhododendron are my main diet, 

I simply love the peace and quiet, 

Thought you city folks should know,

Came all the way from

Kedarnath to tell you so.