Birds on telephone lines and tree limbs a'twitter...
A bird can be a beautiful and at the same time, a bothersome critter.
I have to ashamely admit, that when i was a wee bit younger...
I witnessed a bird, tird on a very young boy accompanied by
his mother.
Splatt! Right on his head and hair...
From up above-How does the bird-he dare?
Does that flapping, flying critter really care? ...
Nope! , i think not...
The infallable culprit.
Look as he caws 'Not i, i- not! '
With a smirk on my face...
I be, a guiltless (Disgrace) .
But, at the time, i really thought it, to be real funny...
As a scene- in a movie- It would cammand lots'a money.
You shoul'da seen the look on his very quizzical face...
Where did that big blob of white come from, up in the sky? ,
is why and where, and high, that skyly place.
His mother reached into her purse for a kleenex or even a hanky...
The bird-that cad! What a dirty pranky!
To this day, i think to myself, that there will always be, such a useless, utter critter...
That sits atop tree limbs or power lines, always a-goin' a'twitter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem