The flicker is a noisy bird
The noisiest I ever heard
He is quite a pretty fellow
With wings and tail of red and yellow
But do I like him, don't be absurd
When he stops upon the telephone pole
On my nerves he takes a toll
I hear a rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat
And then I want to get a bat
And beat him ‘till he isn't whole
On the ground he's a pretty sight
And eating worms is alright
But when he makes that dreadful sound
I don't want him to be around
I'd rather he would take up flight
When he lands on my TV antenna
I wish that he would fly to Vienna
For he taps his bill and makes a clang
And in my mind it is a pang
And I want his color to be burnt sienna
He's only trying to attract a mate
With a female woodpecker and procreate
But I wish that he would dull his bill
While pecking on my barbeque grill
Or at least consider a change of state
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Well done. I love those birds. I used to have a bird feeder in my back yard and could see all kinds of birds, including Flickers. Where I live now there are many different birds. My favorite is a small black, white and grey one, of which I have not yet learned the name.
I like to look at birds in general. The flicker is colorful, but they can be annoying.