Little Jewels - (Goldcrests) Poem by Alison Gaff

The goldcrest as its name implies
Has a head-dress of feathers gold
It uses them in courtship
When this little birds gets bold

The goldcrests are so tiny
Making them very hard to spot
And with their rapid movements
It's like looking for a dot

They are cousins of the firecrest
Whos crest is a flaming red
But they don't come this far down
Preferring northern parts instead

They nest amongst tangled ivy
Or a crevice in the bark
They particularly like conifers
Where they stay warm there in the dark