Great Tit Singing - Poem by Phil Soar

I hear the Great Tit singing
With it's repetitious trill
And from the songs beginning
It went on with fluent skill
I listened quite intently
To determine where it sat
For the sound was almost friendly
And I'd like to tip my hat
Whilst sitting in the garden
I felt that I should say
"Great Tit, I beg your pardon
You have really made my day"