Chirp, chirp from the window, The red breasted friends wants a home, Oh, Nevermind, the magpies sent him to the catacomb One with a million, Two pecks at his wing, He’ll be welcome as a vaudevillian Three bloodied wells, the poor thing Four gouges at his eyes No longer the tweeting blind bard Five mammoths soar from the skies Six organs spread like a shard The red colour of his breast has spread Seven feathers fly from the ruck Eight beaks now indulging in the newly bled Guessed wretched Tweedy didn't have much luck Nine evil eyed blacked and bloodied birds, each undutiful Ten feasting each pluck of red scarred implies a schmuck Isn't nature beautiful ?