A strange little bird
Is a WheezWomp
It ends where it ought to begin
It eats only blossoms and moon beams
And sleeps on the point of a pin

Its wings are heavy to fly with
So it floats like a leaf on the breeze
It wants you to stop what you're doing
And sing it a sweet melody.

Found that with a Google of

"It ends where it ought to begin", strange little bird

It is someone's recollection of the song.