The Garden Birds, by Michael Alexander, of Thorney
The blackbird is a cocky lad
I sat and watched him with my dad
He hopped across the garden there
With his tail held proudly in the air
His head aloft I heard him say
This is my spot stay out my way
The sparrows sit up in the eaves
Amongst the ivy's tangled leaves
They chirp with cheeky little smiles
We've made our homes beneath your tiles
From here we raid that blackbirds grass
Too many for him to harass
And while all this seems such a rush
Down flits lovely speckled thrush
As old black charges here and there
She has the time to peck with care
And pinch from under his yellow beak
All the finest bits to eat
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Last Updated:
18 April 2008 3:05 PM
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