The bird does not sing for the joys of the Spring
With him song is a territorial thing
The neighbour male bird of his kind know by the tone of his voice
That to venture inside his borders would not be a good choice
Since he know that to do so that feathers would fly
In the bird world as in the human World there are laws to live by
And at nesting time male birds their borders defend
When amongst males of their own kind they do not have a friend
The bird does not sing to serenade his bird wife
Since songs of love are never part of bird life
'Tis not out of love that the male bird does sing
With him song is a territorial thing
The aggression in his voice the neighbour male hear
The reason his borders he won't venture too near.
Monday, February 7, 2011
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