The Woodpecker
THE WOODPECKER
I heard tappity-tap!
In the park yesterday
As I walked down the path with my ball.
Then I heard it again,
As clear as could be,
But was it a tap,
Or a call?
I stood very still,
And listened again,
Then I heard it as clear as could be.
So I tiptoed along,
To the edge of a bush,
And stared at the trunk of a tree.
There’s that tappity-tap,
And something else too,
It’s black and it’s white and it’s red.
There’s a woodpecker there!
Sitting ever-so still,
‘Til he taps once again with his head.
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