Naughty Birdie’s Song

• Jacob Skilton, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

Naughty Birdies song is made;
By poking holes in trees;
Windows, Cedars, Sycamores;
Proud oaks reduced to cheese;
Woodland gods, all in a huff;
Have forever changed the your naughty beak;
What is poisons now;
Your food, your nest, even your young;
Your friends all fear you;
But your tear clearly ring the through the wood;
Even as they taint the dew;
Such a sad, sad, little birdie