The Blue Tit's Nest

Some childhood memories with us seem to linger And I recall when I was nine or so Of seeing blue tit fly from hole in standing tree stump One April day more than forty years ago. I stood on tip toes and tried to look inside the tree stump But all seemed dark in there I needed light I hurried back home for to fetch a flash lamp And what I saw a memorable sight. A little nest of moss and hay and lined with feathers And nine pale eggs with freckles brown to red Laid by the little bird with yellow unders Blue wings and tail and tiny blue cap on head. I marvelled at this wondrous sight of Nature How one small bird so many eggs could lay The memory all those years has remained with me And I still can picture what I see today. I still can picture forty five years later Nine speckled eggs in nest of moss and hay Some things from childhood always remain with us And from the memory never fade away.