The Holly Bush
The Holly Bush
The green leaves are shiny and bright
The red berries catch the pale winter sunlight
The blackbird sits underneath the great bush
Plucking the berries off, he’s in quite a rush
The robin sits on a branch close to the holly
His red waist coat stands out and looks so jolly.
He watches the blackbird plucking at the berries
Some drop to the ground and make the robin feel merry.
He knows the worms will come to investigate
And when they pop up it will be too late
Not only will the blackbird eat up his fill
The robin will feed on the worms, but still
That is the way things have to be
Be glad you are at the top of the food chain with me.
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