The Winged Intruder
A shriek in the night was suddenly heard,
my daughter upstairs,'a bird,a bird',
my son runs to help and shouts 'magpie',
I yell 'open the window,so out it can fly'.
A magpie you say,I doubt it is so,
I'll take a look,ornithology I know.
It's not a magpie, you silly thing,
it's nothing but a common starling.
They've made a nest up in my loft,
they've used my old clothes,nice and soft.
i've patched up the hole,even had a new roof,
even so,it's not starling proof.
The poor bird's panting,scared to death,
barely able to catch its breath.
The window's open,good and wide
as I shoo the bird, out it does glide.
The panic is over,the bird is OK
but it will happen again another day.
I give up,I just can't win,
so I welcome the starlings and
let them come in.
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