A Poem About a Wren

Little Blue Wren flap your wings
Fly into a tree

You’re pooping on my car, Blue Wren
And that’s not kind to me

I know you think that you can see
Your Twin Wren in the mirror

But it’s a trick of light and glass
He wasn’t here, no never

So flap and poop, please, somewhere else
Find some cute Blue Wren lover

For though I know you think you’re right
My car is not your brother!

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