Jungle Babbler

Brownish grey yellow billed Babbling beaks joyous filled With them around silence is gone Have never seen them coming alone. To pep up the world sent by heaven They forage in flock of six seven Never they break the brotherly band Hence seven brothers called in my land. In my surround they sprinkle joys Prance and dance make cheery noise When spring comes these feathered guests In mango tree build chaotic nests. I love to see their mock war game Two males fighting for winning dame I welcome them so long they stay Give me good times a brighter day.