The Parliament of Fowles
Spring and summer turn their rounds,
My garden fills with birds;
In their cacophony of sounds
I think I spy some words:
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
We whoo, whoo?
You, chit-wit! You, chit-wit!
Me-ee? Me-ee?
You, chick-chick! You, chick-chick.
Nyaah, Nyaah!
Chicka-chicka, chit-wit!
Nyaah, Nyaah!
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
Do-oo-it, Do-oo-it!
Naah, nah-nah, Naah, naah!
Chicka-chicka.
Eejit!
Hahahaha, hehehe!
Do-oo-it, Do-oo-it!
We whoo, whoo?
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
And if I've missed what they have sung
—This bruit made by them—
That nightingale, the hundred-tongue,
Plays it back at 4 a.m.
My garden fills with birds;
In their cacophony of sounds
I think I spy some words:
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
We whoo, whoo?
You, chit-wit! You, chit-wit!
Me-ee? Me-ee?
You, chick-chick! You, chick-chick.
Nyaah, Nyaah!
Chicka-chicka, chit-wit!
Nyaah, Nyaah!
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
Do-oo-it, Do-oo-it!
Naah, nah-nah, Naah, naah!
Chicka-chicka.
Eejit!
Hahahaha, hehehe!
Do-oo-it, Do-oo-it!
We whoo, whoo?
Go to bed, Go to bed, Go to bed!
And if I've missed what they have sung
—This bruit made by them—
That nightingale, the hundred-tongue,
Plays it back at 4 a.m.
posted by Anniina | 10:02 AM
1 Comments:
Was it you who committed it? Excellent.
When we moved to our present house, which has a garden with lots of trees, we had the chance to listen to real birds.
We figured the blackbird sings 'biobagett, biobagett, biofű, fű, fűűű' - organic baquette, organic baquette, organic grass, grass, graaaasss
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