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.