I wonder as I wander

I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die.
For poor on'ry people like you and like I...
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

for the birds

Wading through the story, throwing in birds here and there.

Enough to ensure that the reader knows that there are always birds, often of strange and peculiar colors, in the city.

Thus, they do not fly out of nowhere when the heroine and friends start to notice things about them, and significant things, too.

Revision! What marvels it can work!