He's the Dandy of the tree top
the Beau Brummel of the wood
clothed from the finest shop
the best in the neighbour hood
dressed in the most sumptuous coat
of sophisticated black and white
one that surely needs a quote
or would that be to impolite!
and trousers that rather startle
in the brightest pillar box red
that cause a flurry of tittle- tattle
down in the old cow shed
one last habit so to speak
is his mastery of Morse code
as dots and dashes from his beak
are drummed from his abode
His S.O.S. fills the space
above the woodland din
and my heart races on a pace
induced by adrenaline
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