Backyard Birds
The birds in our backyard,
Are happy little guys.
Always pecking for their food,
Till us humans wander by.
The woodpecker is busy,
With his powerful bill;
Pecking fiercely on the pole,
Like a jack-hammer drill.
The bright red licensed pilot,
Zooms in with great speed.
In his cardinal jet he flies over,
To scoop up the seed.
With their needle-like beaks,
The humming birds poke about;
Like surgical doctors,
They extract the juice out.
Sitting on the clothes line,
Waiting for a ride;
The engineer comes out,
The sparrows fly away and hide.
Mr. Blue Jay is an officer,
Whose looking for a thief;
He sees the birds are pecking,
And calls the local chief.
The robin comes to bring us joy,
When anyone is down.
He has the best cheer-up medicine,
Then any pharmacy around.
Many birds have come our way.
Their songs are very fine.
I like that they come in our yard,
Feel free to perch and dine.
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