Miss Mary and Sir Thomas

    Are two moorhens pert and sweet,

Strutting round my garden

    For something good to eat.


Said Miss Mary to Sir Thomas:

    “There’s some bird seed over there.

I think there could be just enough

    To feed a little pair.”


Said Sir Thomas to Miss Mary:

    “Our lake is frozen hard,

Eating in this garden means

    We must surely keep on guard.”


“I’ve often heard it said by some

    That people can be cruel

And to put our faith in humans,

    Would make us look like fools.”


“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

     Said his pretty little wife.

“The ducks come every summer

     And they lead a happy life!”


“Have you heard of duck l’orange then?”

     Came her husband’s short retort.

“A duck who trusts their kindness,

     Finds its life cut rather short.”

These words were uttered quickly

    Whilst they grabbed the seed and ran,

For they thought they should stay hidden

    From the sight of evil man.


“Let’s hurry through our hedge tunnel

    For we can’t afford to wait.

Our frozen lake is preferable

    To being eaten on their plate."



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*pert:  (usually of young girls):  lively, a little bit cheeky.  (The two moorhens were a little bit cheeky weren't they?  Yes they were!)

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