Literature
Little Bird, O Little Bird
Little Bird, O Little Bird,
How didst thou survive
When Cats and Curs from near and far
Have tried to eat thee 'live?
As Cats and Hounds bide on the Ground,
I bide in this Tree,
Though try they did for years and years,
They never could get me.
But be not fooled by my success;
'Twas not by luck alone,
For I've fought hard to keep alive
This essence of my own.
The Dogs and Cats will feed on Rats
Too small to fight them back.
Some Creatures bravely fight, but soon
Give in to their attack.
But history has proven me
A Creature most pugnacious,
For my bloodline goes 'sfar back as
The barren, harsh Cretaceous.
So let the foolish