Too Many Singing Birds comical poem number 563 version 3 by Angela Lansbury

 Singing Birds comical poem by Angela Lansbury version 1

I heard a bird in the early morning

Sound like a doorbell or a phone ringing

Like an alarm clock calling the dawning

Instead it was the early bird singing

 

I listened, astonished, what could it be?

It woke me up and it gave me two turns

Who was it calling, was it calling me?

I guess not, early birds are wanting worms

 

I love to hear birds when they are singing

You hear them call from the top of the block

Like a friend calling when phones are ringing

But please, mr bird, not at five o’clock!

 

One little bird has woken the others

Calling all, join my annoying chorus

Each bird's fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

Tweet until they annoy us and bore us

 

I could shoot big rooks or flocks with a gun

But I'm afraid I might be arrested

I might miss, hit a black hat, kill someone

Because my marksmanship's not been tested

We’ve had thefts from bins by a fox and rat

Suddenly there’s silence, I see a cat

I used to hate cats, today's pet hate's birds

So spotting a cat, I’m pleased about that.

 

I‘m sure you have heard about cats and birds

Cats like birds for their lunch or dinner

Banish, or chase cats, birds’ song will be heard

Birds sing praise of races, you're their winner.

-Ends-

Warm Feelings About Worms

Warm Feelings About Worms
by Hazel Nutter also known as Angela Lansbury

A garden's got a million worms
Your eyes are filled with doubt
Just go and watch those little birds
Which keenly hop about

They know something which we don't know
As each bird taps its beak
They seem to be the winners
In their game of hide and seek

I'm standing at the window
And watch the daily show
Nasty worms aerate lawns
But taste good when birds swallow

I try to see the bright side
Worms do a lot of good
I try to see the light side
To birds a worm is food

I've a sandwich in my hands
I lick my lips and munch
All those birds with open beaks -
Those birds are out to lunch!
-ends-
out to lunch, idiom meaning crazy

Text Copyright Angela Lansbury 2018.
Photo by Per Harald Olsen.
My draft of the poem had the pun, but look good to a swallow. I hoped some readers would spot the pun on the birds, swallows.
I checked what swallows eat and they eat flying insects, not worms. So I changed the line to read But tast good when birds swallow 
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