The pigeon is a terrible bore
Swallows are shallow
Of them we ‘ll talk no more
Magpies lie
And Blue tits spit
With a vengeance
Make spiteful jibes
About the way folk walk
Crows know
Your dirty thoughts
Your fetish sports
They’ll talk!
To the blackbird
Who’s heard it all before…
But he
Secretly
Reports back
To the white dove
For a feather to measure your soul
on Celestial scales
One day
Lets hope not today!
Today lets concern ourselves with why
Why does the magpie lie?
