I hear a rustling in the tree
And wonder now who can that be
See there a flash of mottled coat
A vision of especial note.
Oh precious bird, what do you do
Is there a way I can help you
I wish I had some cracker crumb
I’d be so pleased to feed you some.
But you and I are at loose ends
There seems no way we can be friends
For what you have is your sharp beak
While all I have is tongue in cheek !
Claire V. Bogdanos 