A femail blackbird came into my garden to find a bite to eat
a worm or a slug, she was not fussy to her it was a treat;
as we sat an ate our chicken pieces she flew down at our feet.
The weather was hot so the garden was the best place to eat
and we made friends with a blackbird who was for ever at our
feet. We gave her tit bits, crunchy bread and strawberries
sweet, but she was not satisfied until he got the meat.
The cheeky little thing, she dived bombed us all because she wanted
us to play by her rule; she wanted the meat that was full of protean
so she could feed her young that were sad and lean.
For days on end we fed that bird,
but that's the last we ever heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a thank you of any kind? Cheeky blackbird, rude and saucy! Loved this poem.