Birdsong bought with crumbs of bread,

Auditory senses being fed,

Swooping down onto the lawn,

Slices pecked apart and torn,

Little murmurs of delight,

At the feathered pecking sight,

But why not the same effect,

When creature that’s not elect,

Non-winged animal on grass,

Belonging to diff’rent class,

Nibbled on the food left out,

Causing all to shriek and shout,

What nerve, how had it dared,

The bread was not to be shared,

So out came the trap and cat,

To get rid of the tree rat,

‘Til it learnt to sing as sweet,

Squeaking with a tuneful tweet.

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