Who observes you in the garden
And watches whilst you play?
Who dashes down for breadcrumbs
And then quickly flies away?
Who loves his snails for breakfast?
Who eats his worms for brunch?
Who then sings from high in the tree
And chomps on fruit for lunch?
Who steals the gardener’s raspberries
And devours his other fruit?
Who thinks he is the smartest bird
Dressed in his pure black suit?
Whose wife has brownish feathers;
Lays green-blue speckled eggs?
Whose beak is sharp and golden
And has brown-blackish legs?
I think by now you’ve surely guessed.
His name begins with “b” –
And listen to that singing voice!!!
There's no-one sings like he!
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