Little Long Tail Tit -The Bird With No Brain

Long Tail Tits

Colours are white, black
and rosy,
And their look
is slightly dozy

Once you spot one
you spot them all,
Like a silver Christmas tree
the birch becomes decorated in white, fluffy balls

The way they look and turn
their beady eyes towards you,
Chattering to one another
in their high pitched chirping,
You'd think they were discussing or even learning
but believe me,it's not true

To find food
they have to bump into it,
They have no brains, only instinct
which tells them to eat it

They don't think
"I'm going to eat this bread"
Because they have no brains
inside their pink, fluffy head

When one sees a cat
it does not fill up with any sort of dread
Because again, they have no brains inside their head
Completely oblivious to the dangers
it just carries on eating the bread

This is why there is never just one
if there was he'd be long gone,
A hundred or so I see in this birch, each one increasing the brain power of the group by a smidgen
But even in these numbers, their brain power barely equals half a pigeon

Their flying is hopeless and their cute, skinny tail
there from the day it hatched,
Looks good, but is worse then their wings for flight
all it does is make it easier for predators to catch

Cats are creatures full of pride
so it doesn’t bother to sneak up or even hide,
The cat shrugs and sighs
and goes off to find a more challenging prize.