Josie Whitehead’s Poems
By Josie Whitehead
A poor little blackbird in London declared:
"I am tired and can't think what to do.
The night lights of London are just like the sun -
And I've sang to myself all night through"
"This day should be busy for my wife and me;
We were planning on building a nest.
But what can I do when I feel really tired?
I think I'll just sit here and rest."
"I'm hungry and must find something to eat.
My friend thrush may have left me a snail.
I hope it's cracked open and ready for me
A snail's shell is as hard as a nail."
He sat in the sunshine and watched children play
As they ran round the field with with a ball;
And just when poor blackbird was drifting to sleep,
He heard clearly his little wife call.
"Mr Blackbird! Where are you? I've called you all day.
There's so very much work we must do.
I can't build our nest in the hedge by myself."
So poor blackbird woke up and he flew.
The nest was soon finished and five eggs were laid -
The parents were proud as could be.
And the happiest blackbird is singing his song
In the day from the branch of our tree.
Copyright 2006