The Wren

Wren oh wren
You king of birds
Listen to me
And hear my words

Come right here
And fight me now
I'll take your crown
For this I vow

Although you have
A powerful voice
To me it's just
A dreadful noise

Your tail, that you
Stick in the air
Listen to me
It looks bad there

Your big long beak
You think so fine
It's awfully weak
Compared to mine

Your time has come
And you must die
As light's returning
To the sky

The world will turn
And now I thrive
And sadly you
Can't stay alive

The wren flew up
Into a tree
He sat quite still
And did not fee

The robin flew
Above the wren
And struck him
With his talons, then

Down the wren fell
And hit the ground
A lifeless body
People found
The robin sat
Upon the tree
A victory song
He sang to me.

Poem created by Tom Walters with Nick owen