The birds are coming, the birds are coming
Nature's warming up to burst
They're chomping at the bit
It is March the twenty-first
They are stealing them a house
They've tweeted the invasion
(Though I recognise some faces
Back for the occasion)
The birds are coming, the birds are coming
The battle lines are Home
Searching for foundations
Perching on my gnome
They've annexed my back yard
And it's horticultural distress
The order seems invisible
They think it's just a mess
The birds are here. The birds are here
"Go pick on someone with a lawn..
You're reshaping my entropy
Now my rhododendron's gawn"
Oblivious to grand design
And the fingers to the bone.
They'll mortgage all my potplants
To build a family home
They'll tug at all my linings
With a flush of barefaced cheek
Hanging baskets going bare
"Screw you - we're here all week"
Salvaging, reclaiming
Caring not a jot
Pirate's bounty never stopping
Till they have the Jewson lot
Twisting, pecking,
Ever-peckish
A vernal puffed-up display
Soon off
But back for more
At the All-You-Can-Pinch buffet.
