The dark and blue and brown male of such tiny size
To wonder his kind never cease to give rise
His partner the female a much duller gray
Blue wrens i see often though not every day
In bulky nest of lichen and dried bits of hay
Tiny pea sized pale brown dotted eggs in low bush she does lay
In backyards of humans they do not seem that shy
They let you get quite close to them before into cover they fly
In their range small birds one often does see
In backyards in towns and yards and gardens in the country
Their lives very short two years maybe
Too small against bigger birds to defend a territory
They live on tiny insects they find on the ground
Their long thin tails cocked as they hop around
Quite interesting small birds of them one can say
They often fall victims to cats and to birds of prey
They have a distinctive squeaky little song
And once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong
In town parks and gardens they seem almost tame
And blue wrens for them does seem an apt name.
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