By B.K.
Date: 2006 Mar 17
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Why Couldn't He Be Ivory Billed

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In mystical bleary morning light
This bird is just not thinking right
Squatting atop my chimney deep
Awakening me in loud mating bleeps
Doing drum drills of deathly fright
I jump from my skin to its delight
Good golly Ms McBean so green
It's St Pattys Day and almost Spring
And me oh my to my shagrin
It's that damn pecker headed (woodpecker)
Why couldn't he be ivory billed
He's heavy metal mind banging
He's mangling the tin on my house again