He has a beautiful song
An ascending measure with a buzzy quality
He sits on low branches
Among semi-open areas
With many a sapling
His lemon yellow face
Blending into his breast
Flanked by thick, black streaks
What a beautiful sight he is
A blaze of gold among earthen green and brown
He knows not his name a misnomer
For he can't be found amidst prairie
A jewel so obvious
He knows not his beauty.
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What a wonderful poem, about a very wonderful bird. Well done indeed!