A plover, snipe and woodcock spent
An evening in a pub I went
To where I saw them all three sipping wine,
Which was kind of strange to me
Something not ordinary
They weren't exactly acting charadrine!
They sat there speaking normally,
In English too apparently,
About the day they'd had and about how
A scientist of the mad kind
Had done a thing to all their minds
Thus leading them to where they were right now.
And so myself not that inclined
To have a drink with charadrine
Birds I left feeling a bit disturbed
Whoever heard of such a thing?
Birds not singing but speaking
Seem to me more than a bit absurd!
By Kerin Gedge
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