we watch the tits, oh everyday,
the way they skip and glide and play,
they nip in and out,
and up and down
flying around without a frown.
eating seeds and bugs and stuff,
oh watching them is just enough.
and then, surprise, joy, delight,
what do we behold, it is a sight,
a gold crest, small and brown and cute,
in the fir tree, he is a hoot,
never seen before, a joy a delight.
so pleased the coaltits bought him into our sight.
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