Pip-Pip, the Peewee
Glossy pied coat of jet and snow,
Matchstick legs and dainty toes,
Beady eyes on watch for fores,
Confident walks, now quick, now slow, Pip-pip, the Peewee. How can he live in city grim,
Buildings tall and dark and dank;
Trams and buses snort and clank.
Only this bird looks pert and trim – Pip-pip, the Peewee. Stalking around, avoiding crowds,
Finding the worms and grubs and crumbs,
Minding not the chill that numbs
(One of the winter’s frosty shrouds), Pip-pip, the Peewee. Day upon day I watch this bird,
Smile – to me he means the spring.
He will mate and nest and sing,
Lighten a heart with visions stirred,
Pip-pip, the Peewee.