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A little woodpecker living in a tree is busy as a bee
Through my bedroom window his little head I see
Tapping holes in tree trucks flying round so free
He look like a happy "Peck" and so full of glee
 
I often see the little bird whom I called Phil
In search of food he hunts with his sharp bill
I cannot sleep a wink when he starts to drill
He keeps me awake until I take a sleeping pill  
 
He pays no attentiion when I shout at him
And sometimes he brings a friend by the name of Jim
Why does he never take a rest on the tree limbs?
I have to run away from him and go take a swim
 
I can tell you he is noisy and is not very polite
Cuz he is never quiet and I think he wants to fight
If he would only tell me when he will fly in sight
Perhaps I would invite him in for a tasty bite              
             copyright©2007Irene  
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                Note:
Dedicated to my grandson, Dartagnan. 9 yrs. old.
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Woodpeckers are well-known birds, attracting attention
with their habit of drilling and pounding trees with their
bills to obtain insect food.