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The Jackdaw

The jackdaw is a curious bird He hops and runs along, His genial “tchak, tchak” can be heard – Alas, he has no song. Why look these corvine birds so old ? Jet black and hooded grey, With beady eye and black beak, bold, They chase small birds away. Corvus Monedula is his name, It’s from the Latin took, With habits very much the same Some take him for a rook. Poor old Jack, has no collective For meeting with his friends, He shouts “Tchak ! Tchak!” and this invective ‘Gainst all mankind he sends. Most creatures have collective nouns, It really is an oddity – No way to name this gang of clowns ? I’ll christen them JOCUNDITY !

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