LAMENT OF THE UNLOVED STARLING

LAMENT OF THE UNLOVED STARLING



I'm much maligned and quite upset
as no one wants me as their pet.
When I alight on your bird-feeder,
I hear you shout "Get off, you bleeder!"
No one thinks that I am pretty,
'cause I don't sing a tuneful ditty.
But I can mimic your ring-tone
and send you running for your phone.
I can impersonate almost any bird,
but you still treat me like a turd.
No one loves this poor old starling
though I only want to be your darling.
But you're happy when I eat your slugs
and rid your plot from nasty bugs.
So just think, before casting me aside,
that you may wound this starling's pride.
So welcome me to come and dine,
or I'll poop on your washing line!