Nightingale
It once sang in Berkeley Square,
So the song goes,
An ode to it written by Keats not in prose,
The lady who had a lamp,
Had its name too,
A fairy tale Anderson told a tale through.
They just sing at night and it’s only the male,
Too woo all the females, Hope migrations fail,
They've created hospitals with this birds name,
So glad to my garden a nightingale came!
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