Feed The Birds Poem by Phil Soar

Feed the birds and please don't stop
That's what they said in the garden shop
Although it's going to cost a lot
Feed them, you mug, and never stop

The blue tits always raise a smile
The nuthatch only stays a while
The starlings like a gang of thugs
So hyped up, they could be on drugs

And then the squirrel has his share
His bushy tail up in the air
So the food expires in a garden flash
Until, that is, I've no more cash

Feed the birds, and please don't stop
That's what they said in the garden shop
But unlike me, they're rich as hell
Because of how much feed they sell!