In Spring and Summer i hear them singing though not every day
Richard pipits mottled gray brown birds on their breasts stripes of brown
Are birds never seen in the park of a town
Once seen and once heard birds you never again can get wrong
They are quite distinctive in their trilling song
In simple nest of grass under tussock the female bird lay
Three to four buff freckled eggs from sight well hidden away
So well hidden that you would not see them though close you walk by
That Nature does have her secrets none ought to deny
From the French naturalist Charles Richard comes their common name
Richard's pipits are birds who seem strangers to fame
But to many country people they are well known
And one can say of them they have ways of their own.
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