Warbling on

If I was a crested warbler
I would not be writing this,
and the world would be deprived
of a rhyming masterpis.

So be careful what you wish for,
cos your wishes could come true:
Imagine if Will Shakespeare
had been a woodland shrew.

On the other hand, I’d warble
a sweet melodic song,
so what the hell do I know?
I could be completely wrong.

If Shakespeare really was a shrew
would that be much ado?
I don’t know what I’m saying
— back to you.



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