"Your turn", said I, ending my song of the day
Was it French or Italian, I cannot say
I repeat what I hear, and I do it well
No tricks, no gimmicks just a glorious spell
Larger than most in this flying band
I can sing more songs than you can count on a hand
Tho' some folk think me an outright bully,
I'm a regular mate, just a little unruly.
I'm mostly gray and brown to view
My eyes quite large with a golden hue
I'm solid white when seen from below
With black and white on wings that glow
I sing like you and all that I hear
I like to share good songs of cheer
A bird that copies what other birds sing
Is a mocking bird of a different wing.
Written by David Warbritton, no usage without consent from the author.
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