A chitter, a chatter, a blink of the eye
The jackdaws assemble in tree tops up high.
A chitter, a chatter, a chimney pot nest -
We think that our youngsters are some of the best.
A chitter, a chatter - a friendly hello.
I’m one of a family - a sociable crow.
With a chitter and chatter I’m off to seek food -
No, not for myself but my hungry young brood.
You’ll see us in woodlands, in gardens and parks -
A chitter, a chatter - it’s jackdaws, just hark!
A snitch and a snatch and we’ll grab your bright things;
Then off we will fly on our large outstretched wings.
We’re regular callers if bird food’s put out
And we’re cheeky and bold, of this there’s no doubt.
Now the sun’s going down and we’re off with our mates
And the woodland’s the place where we all congregate.
But at sunrise we’ll leave our safe woodland home
And back to the world of you humans we’ll roam.
With a chitter and chatter, you’ll know who’re around:
For certain it’s jackdaws who’re making this sound.
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