A cardinal family in a fir tree
Was enjoying a damp misty morning
When a visitor came, “Oh, dear, who is he?”
said the Mum bird, “Do look dear, as I am just warming
a nice bit of worm for the little ones, three
and I can’t be disturbed when I’m making the tea.”
So old Dad fluttered off, just to have a look round
And he spied an old squirrel all mangy and grey.
“Hey, you rascal,” he cried, “Just get back on the ground!
There’s no snack for you here. Yes, just be on your way!”
Well, Mother heard this and her feathers got ruffled
And she puffed herself up, all set for a scuffle.
“Touch my babies! You rodent!
I’ll dive bomb that fellow and I will prevent
his marauding. Sit tight, chicks, for Daddy and I
are on guard. Now see how we fly!”
So, the good parents swooped just as fierce as two eagles
For a squirrel around? Why that couldn’t be legal!
But when they got back they became quite downcast
For the worm wasn’t there. Well there went their breakfast!
Yes, a robin quite rude had stolen their food.
“Robbing robins and squirrels indeed!” said poor Mum
“This is not a good nest site. Now search for a crumb.
for my tum is quite rumbly. And the little ones must
have a worm or a beetle or maybe a crust.
Off you go, Dad. I would even accept a green bean
But next year, I insist that we nest in Lachine.