With white stripes above the eyebrows and mostly brown and grey
Jacky Winter sings peter peter in the woodland all the day
Whilst in fork of dead branch the female in small cup grass nest sits on the two pale brown dotted eggs she did lay
Quite unlike her vocal partner she has nothing for to say
In the Spring and in the Summer jacky winter one does hear
Singing his song peter peter his most vocal time of year
He sings with a lot of volume for a fellow of his size
One of Nature's feathered minstrels who never cease to surprise
To some referred to as the brown flycatcher but as jacky winter better known
Quite a cocky individual who does have ways of his own
For to devour small flying insects from the perch he sings on he fly
Even whilst singing on the lookout for a snack flying nearby
Jacky Winter in the woodland singing his familiar song
Peter peter once you hear him you will never again get him wrong.
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