The Catbird's Tale
They are strange critters, no guessin' 'bout that
A crossover somewhere 'tween a bird and a cat
A powerful "Meow" from a whiskered snout
Leaves one to ponder and sometimes doubt
If the sound came from high up in a tree
Or snarled from whence I cannot see
Wherever it came from, matters not at all
They sound alike, the exact same call
Now cats can't fly, unless they're a fowl
And the grey catbird, can both fly and howl
Like a poorly timed swish from a tail of hair
When caught in Grandma's rockin' chair
MEOW! MEOW! so loud and so clear
That even old Tom thought a mate was near
Was it a bird or was it a cat we heard?
From high in the trees, no doubt it's a bird
He's gray and sleek, with head and tail of black
Yet his bum is orange, when he turns his back
More curious than most his kind
There is no food he cannot find.
'One of a kind' fits him quite well
I've never seen, or could ever tell
The joy he brings when he comes in sight
He 'makes my day', and all things bright.
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