Mum’s Garden Full Of Birdsong
There’s a tall tree in mum’s garden
That needs chopping
A Blackthorn
It and the Holly beside it
Spreading up up way beyond their bound
Blocking the light from the neighbours
Worrying my mom that someone may complain
Curly and I could not reach over far enough
That time we cut the hedge
But there’s a Blackbird that sings from that tree
He’s singing now
A Mistle Thrush, countless Tits
And the Blackbird and his mate
All in there
The Blackbird is singing
‘Yeooww woo
But isn’t it grand’
It is too