The Spoonbill Generator

Practise The Birdy

At the crack of day when the baby birds do sing [e]

'Tis then that the strings of my heart go zing! [F]

At the noon of day when the stomachs are rumbling [e]

'Tis then that I practice my acrobat tumbling [F]

How sad that in the postluncheon period [e]

As the baby bird grows and matures [Georgette P]

We get out our snares and our lures [loaf]

Contributors: e, F, Georgette P, loaf.
Poem finished: 24th September 2003.