Philip D. Eastman

He did not know what his mother looked like.

He went right by. He did not see her.

You are not my mother. You are a dog.

You are not my mother. You are a cow.

You are not my mother. You are a boat.

You are not my mother. You are a plane.

The baby bird did not stop. He ran on and on.

Now the baby bird did not walk. He ran!

He looked up, he looked down. He looked everywhere for his mother.

He did not see her. He did not know what his mother looked like.

Mother! Mother! Here I am, Mother!

Then something happened. The Snort put the baby bird right back in the tree.