wore shirt witch checkers
heard that is name is Pecker
had been a real wrecker
Friend of Trump's of course.
Peckers can peck 20 times a second
Must hurt at just 2 times I reckon
Not swift these guys
Stop now I advise
Or it's off to emergency the pain to lessen
Parked at the lake where we surely were't strangers
A Starling momma thought her babies were in danger
She flew at my head
Pecking away to my dread
Till I ran in terror trying to save my old brainer
A cute little pecker this birdie of mine
Pecking away losing all sense of time
Of a birdie I speak
Not Mr. Happy so chic
A woodpecker pecking away as the world is in rhyme
A cute little pecker this birdie of mine
Pecking away losing all sense of time
It's of a birdie I speak
Not Mr, Happy so chic
A woodpecker pecking away as the world is in rhyme
© Jack Ellison 2015
I think my old hen is a morphadite.
She mothers her chicks and lays eggs, alright.
But the other hens said,
when they all go to bed,
She pokes them with her pecker, late at night!...
Wood~Pecker; Wood~Pecker,
Peck My Tree Drive Me Hollow
Til' I Scream~Cream..
Don't Waste Time Go At
A Steady "Pace," So I Don't
Loose Sweat Nor Faint.
Your Long Beak Slams Like:
Hammers N' Nails When My
Heart, Pounds Hard N' Heavys
Beat: Sending It Through The
Roof: Is Where I Want To Go.
Another Good Blow,
With One More Ounce
Of Good Love; I Am
Bound To Give You
All That You Need.
Say's The Wood Chuck; Chuck....
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At five o’clock in the morning
Sounds from the hungry wood pecker
Are an early springtime warning
The neighbor’s metal siding
Help reverberate the sound
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
Inside my head does pound
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At the first sign of morning light
I’m going to get my son’s old b-b-gun
And line that bird up in my sight
I am glad that spring is on her way
And winter will soon be gone
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
But I could do without that song
NOTE: You can blame this one on Mike Dailey and Francine Roberts who put me up to it after reading a status about this darn wood pecker on my FB page.
Pecking wood pecker will never hide.
Though never losing his strong pride.
Off in the misty distance
I hear a hungry woodpecker
Hammering with his head.
This omnivorous, opportunist
Breaks the silence of the morn
With his rat-a-tat-tatting
As if knocking on a door.
His persistent pecking
Will end with success
When he excavates
The hapless insect
A meal deservingly gained
But the silence won’t remain
Because he'll begin all over again.
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