Seven Birders

Seven birders in a huff Trying to tell if it's brown or buff The bird's feathers are all afluff Seven birders in a hufff Six birders in a van Scouring, searching all the land For a bird so small and tan Five birders biding time Hoping, waiting for that find To make the day so grand and fine Four birders in a car Traveling far from where they are To see the birds that are afar Three birders in a book Trying to find the bird that took Them by surprise with a short look Two birders in a field Scouring o're the lake for teal While lbj's do chirp and squeal One birder all alone The birds were here but now they've flown To cover, themselves no longer shown One birder all alone