With a Hat Like a Bishop's, What Else Would You Expect?
Two woodpeckers poked, and pecked,
made one heck-of-a
mess of sawdust and splintery wood.
The one with sideburns
had a moment of concern,
but the other said, "You've misunderstood!
We'll wiggle our hips
and smooth down those chips.
We're nesting! It's our parenthood!"
Then she lifted both legs.
Popped out six dozen eggs.
And was nominated for avian sainthood.
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|Pileated Woodpecker by Simon Pierre Barrette|
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