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.