Woody
I saw a Woodpecker up a tree.
He looked very cross-eyed to me.
This woodpecker could not peck,
The poor bird was a wreck.
His pecker had dropped off,
When he very loudly coughed.
I saw him banging his head repeatedly,
Because it was time for his tea.
Woody soon felt very weak.
You can't be a woodpecker without a beak.
I realized why he looked cross-eyed to me,
He kept banging his head upon the tree.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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