Great Tits

White cheeks, black head and throat, yellow unders and back and tail blue to green
Familiar to many birds that are often seen
They nest in a tree cavity or hole in a standing log or a wall
Fond memories of them i do have to recall

Once seen and once heard one cannot get them wrong
The great tits have an unmistakeable song
Metallic, high pitched and often repeated in Spring his nesting borders he defend
Even males of his own kind to him then not a friend

Like many small birds few great tits live to be old
In Winter many of them die of hunger and cold
And only the strongest survive to see Spring
To build nests and mate and to raise young and sing

Fond memories of them i do have to retain
And in my flights of fancy i see them again
Searching for seeds and insects and spiders and bees
Sometimes on the ground but mostly on the trees.