early birds

 early birds

here they are the morning dunnocks 

there they are 

                here they are 

darting  pecking 

here the robin 

gone the robin 

whoa ~ whoa ~ here comes blackbird

man he knows

with mrs blackbird

waltzing the morning

in the rain

when tumbles the wren 

down the corkscrew hazel

with long tailed acrobatic tits 

                                are very able

when blob the wood pigeon

                                lands the day

pecks a bit and flies away

rat a tat tat the magpie lands

with plenty of time on his hands

boxing his gloves he spins around

from all the other birds not a sound

and the cat inside the window

would make of each an early widow

but   but   but   but

they know these morning birds of day

and with an impudent wink they fly away