AN AMOROUS AFFAIR

by Glennys Bickmore.

 

Said the robin to the pigeon,

"Can you help by any chance?

There's a pheasant close behind

me and he's looking for romance.

He doesn't seem to understand

I'm just a little bird,

That making love to such as me is

simply quite absurd."

"If I were you," the pigeon cooed,

"I'd turn around right now,

And jump about and shout out

loud and make an awful row."

"Pheasants are such silly birds, they strut around all day,

And like to show their feathers off in amorous display.

"Tell you what" the pigeon said, "I'll draw him off for you."

He promptly turned toward that bird, and he began to 'coo'.

He cooed and cooed, and finally the pheasant looked his way,

And he croaked back as pheasants do, as if to shout "Hooray."

Then he went on croaking, while the pigeon went on cooing.

And the pheasant thus encouraged began to start his wooing.

He chased the pigeon round and round, with feathers all a-flutter

Until, at last that bird took wing and called out "You're a nutter!"

The robin watching from his bush, chirruped with hearty glee

Flapped his wings, and murmuring said, "I'm glad that that's not me."

The pheasant looked a bit surprised, and squawked, "That's not quite fair,

I was trying to be friendly and the pigeon seemed to care."

"In that case," said the robin, "you're welcome to join us here,

But don't expect the sexy stuff, for none of us is queer."

The moral of this little tale, is perfectly plain to see

Each bird should seek its own kind to bear it company.