“A magpie sat at the top of a tree”
A magpie sat at the top of a tree,
two others flew down and then there were three;
two flew off at the sound of a gun
three minus two, that makes one.
A magpie sat at the top of the tree,
he flew off,
and then there were none.
The Jolly Jackdaw and the Mopey Magpie.
The Jolly jackdaw and the mopey magpie sat and had a chat;
the jolly jackdaw laughed and smiled, the magpie frowned at that.
A magpie atop a skeletal tree;
calls a message that is far beyond me
and my ability to understand.
He, or she, then flies off;
of perching and calling
they’d had enough;
time, now, to travel on, upon airwaves so fine,
to visit a mate;
and under that moment
I draw a line.