A distinctive cadence he sings out
The Common House Finch his vernal song
“How do you like this nest box my dear,
It’s got a good opening our size”
His call is melodious and an earful,
A wonder above Nature’s background of baseness,
The rapping of a hard headed woodpecker,
The gobbling rut of Tom Turkey on the ridge
“The knot hole you found is not as big
But is safer high up off the ground”
His Hen betrothed merely looks on and twitches,
She having no mind to announce
To the whole forest
All their plans and intentions
“A high nest up is surely safer,
But is there space there for more than three?”
Which nesting place they’ll choose will not be known today,
For it’s the silent Hen who has the final say
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