The Black Feathered Songster

The black feathered songster with the golden bill He sings on the tree by the babbling rill The song of the blackbird melodious and clear A familiar voice in the Spring of the year In his song males of his own kind the message of warning does hear To my borders you better not venture near At this time of year his own kind not a friend In his song a warning that his patch he'll defend Concealed in her nest from predator eye His partner sits on her eggs in a bush nearby When she and her mate back to Nature have gone Their genes in their young are destined to live on Birdsong to us may seem a beautiful thing But 'tis not out of joy that the songbird does sing.