Some say I'm a cunning weasel,
And planned to save some diesel,
By getting home a little quicker,
On the back of a woodpecker.
You looked like a queen,
In your radiant coat of green,
And I'd always wanted to fly,
To see the world up so high.
So I leapt on board,
And off we soared.
I was your furry anorak,
So pleased to warm your back.
I'm sorry if I gave you a fright,
On our maiden flight,
I'd never make you my meal,
So there was no need to squeal.
It's a shame that funny clicking sound,
Made me fall to the ground,
When Martin Le-May,
Photographed our cabaret.
Now please give us another chance,
Of a weasel and woodpecker romance.
Don't worry if people stare,
There's so much for us to share.
I'm very light,
Never bite,
And a really nice guy,
Now why would I lie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So interesting a story Stephen! With what ease you have narrated this funny tale of the woodpecker- weasel romance! Don't worry if people stare, There's so much for us to share...... It is so likely that people would be staring to see this rare spectacle! Very entertaining write!
Thank you Valsa. I could hardly believe my eyes when I first saw the photos.