The Weasel And The Woodpecker Poem by Stephen Katona

Some say I'm a cunning weasel,
And planned to save some diesel,
By getting home a little quicker,
On the back of a woodpecker.

You looked like a queen,
In your radiant coat of green,
And I'd always wanted to fly,
To see the world up so high.
So I leapt on board,
And off we soared.
I was your furry anorak,
So pleased to warm your back.
I'm sorry if I gave you a fright,
On our maiden flight,
I'd never make you my meal,
So there was no need to squeal.

It's a shame that funny clicking sound,
Made me fall to the ground,
When Martin Le-May,
Photographed our cabaret.
Now please give us another chance,
Of a weasel and woodpecker romance.
Don't worry if people stare,
There's so much for us to share.
I'm very light,
Never bite,
And a really nice guy,
Now why would I lie?