There was a little bird
(You mean you haven’t heard?)
He flits from twig to twig
The local flock’s ‘earwig’!
He heard about this special bread
He couldn’t shift it from his head
It always seems
To haunt his dreams
And even using all his might
He cannot find his appetite.
With great determination
To convert the population
He must tell them Windermere’s the place
At ‘Lakeland’ he will rest his case
Because it’s there for all to see
He will fulfill his destiny!
Seed mixes for your homemade bread
Seasoned Pioneers – so far ahead!
With so much goodness in a bite
Their merry band has seen the light!
But what of this will ever come?
Will birdie get a single crumb?
No chance to taste
(There’ll be no waste!)
As stories go
It’s one of woe…
So – if you’re feeling bad
And you see him looking sad
Fry him up a fillet steak
And yourself a sandwich make!!