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I love to feed the birds and mice, It brings my garden back to life Blue tits, sparrows, robins and crows. Oh, here comes the woodpecker, He will eat all the food, Now the other birds are in a bad mood. He bullies all the small birds, and Makes them fly away, I hope they will come back another day. There he goes, He’s had his fill, Oh no, now we got the magpies as well, Poor little birds, that’s how life goes, Maybe one day you can feed, I suppose. — Gillian Reid |