On Hearing Pee Wees Poem by Francis Duggan

On this drizzly evening in the late Southern Fall
The black and white pee wees repeatedly call
Pee wee pee wee from dawn till gloam of day
Their voices to their identity a give away
Known as the mudlark or as the pee wee
They build a nest of mud on branch of tree
Three to five pink eggs with spots of purple, brown and gray
At any time of year the female bird lay,
Nature it is such a marvellous thing
One can tell the bird by the song it does sing
Familiar to many and familiar to me
Birds that I often hear and often see
Down by the lake in the park in the rain
Pee wee pee wee I can hear them again.