Sandpiper Symphony Poem by Ima Ryma

Sandpiper symphony seaside,
Short high pitched whistle sounds increase
In frequency as we gain pride
In measured magic we release.
We pipe out song as we dig through
The sandy beach in search of prey.
We are well built in such way to
Have food in an efficient way.
Some of us are sentinels that
Sense out any dangers around,
Trespassing our habitat.
Such alert comes in a key sound.

Symphony's over when there be
Warning in F sharp minor key.