Swinging Singing Cygnets

On a nest of reeds, that soften like hay She sits and she waits, so patiently Perched upon those giant eggs swans lay Unconcerned by the moorhens approach so blatantly Awaiting the adorable cygnets emergence, their soft fur so grey. The crack of their shell, that first hungry yell all the secrets of survival, that one day she'll tell She picks them up and dusts them off, each time they've fell Carefully placed back inside the nest where they dwell. When people see you, their held by rapture Or the hungry fox, skulking for one to capture Looking to catch round the neck, a very quick fracture But Daddy scares him off with his puffed out stature! Mummy cleans them and keeps them under her wing A choir to cherish, they all cheep and sing Another joyous reason, to appreciate the spring Along with all that the good weather does bring!