The Jester Birds Secret
Beyond Nut Wood where Jester Bird –
Gambols among the hedge,
Where daffodils are bowing
Their golden crowne’d heads,
Where regimented corn shoots
Form their military lines,
And rooks and jackdaws take their fill –
Whilst farmers head is blind;
A joyous spring this day did bring,
Filling bush with buds anew,
Where careful unfurls the cautious leaf
In fear of frost or chill;
What hand did make this day so fair –
Pray tell me Jester Bird?
But of the seven that I did ask
Not one would speak a word.
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