In The Blink Of An Eye bullfinch (Pyrrhula Pyrrhula) Poem by john (called jack) wren

He looks so refined and innocent
perched on yonder branch
a member of the affluent
upper class in his stance.

Unwelcome in orchards far and wide
this one who looks so cute
is nature's answer to Jekyll and Hyde
for his passion for buds that fruit.

So camouflaged is this marauder
when he smiles and bids you good day
hiding his hopeless opposing disorder
to be good and naughty in May.

He'll strip a branch in the blink of an eye
and until he has had his fill
he'll strip another, do or die
then give thanks with a chirp and a trill.