A poor sleepy blackbird in London declared:
“I’m tired and can’t think what to do.
The bright city’s night lights are just like the sun
And I’ve sung to myself all night through."
"This day should be busy for my wife and me.
We were planning on building a nest.
But what can I do when I’m feeling so tired?
I think I must sit here and rest."
"I’m hungry! I’ll find something tasty to eat.
The thrush may have left me a snail.
I hope it’s cracked open and ready for me.
For their shells are as hard as a nail.”
Out in the sunshine he watched children play
As they ran round the field with a ball,
But just when the blackbird was drifting to sleep,
He listened and heard his wife call.
“Mr Blackbird, where are you? I’ve called you all day.
There are so many things we must do.
I can’t build our nest in this hedge by myself.”
So Mr Blackbird awoke and he flew.
The nest was soon built and then five eggs were laid.
The parents were as proud as could be,
And today Mr Blackbird most joyfully sings
In the day from the branch of a tree.
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