From spider's silk and moss and horse
Hair I find and lichens thrust;
I craft a raft and laying thus
My tiny eggs and chicks are safe
From prying eyes and preying claws,
Hidden well in thorn and leaf,
From spying eyes and hungry maws.
I flit a-bobbing over trees,
Anointed by the summer breeze,
I seek the caterpillar green,
I feast on what is seldom seen.
Underneath bright summer's trees,
I bob through hazy mists of morn,
My pink, cream, blueness blurry sees
No beauty equal to my form.'
Such delicacy seldom gifts
The gaze of human minds,
Exquisite bird, thou long-tailed tit
You steal my heart in kind.
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