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."