Swinging Singing Cygnets
On a nest of reeds, that soften like hay
She sits and she waits, so patiently
Perched upon those giant eggs swans lay
Unconcerned by the moorhens approach so blatantly
Awaiting the adorable cygnets emergence, their soft fur so grey.
The crack of their shell, that first hungry yell
all the secrets of survival, that one day she'll tell
She picks them up and dusts them off, each time they've fell
Carefully placed back inside the nest where they dwell.
When people see you, their held by rapture
Or the hungry fox, skulking for one to capture
Looking to catch round the neck, a very quick fracture
But Daddy scares him off with his puffed out stature!
Mummy cleans them and keeps them under her wing
A choir to cherish, they all cheep and sing
Another joyous reason, to appreciate the spring
Along with all that the good weather does bring!
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