The Willy Wagtails

They like the open country sparse in trees And spend their day hours chasing flies and bees From fencing post they seldom venture far And you'll always see them near where fences are. White undersides and upper parts all black They oft hitch ride on cow or horse's back On look out for grasshoppers to their taste buds quite sweet Who expose themselves as they hop from trampling feet. The willy wagtails no strangers to fame And everybody know these birds by name And even young child to his mother say 'Mum' there goes wagtail chasing insect prey. I watched one on a sunlit summer's day As from butterfly she stripped the wings away She left the wings and took the body meat Her instincts told her what she should not eat. Their tails are ever switching to and fro These little birds that everybody know Who spend their day hours chasing flies and bees Near fence in open country sparse in trees.