All hail to thee green baldicoot
Who whistles whilst he plays the flute,
Who lays the eggs, though he is male,
And even reads his books in Braille.
Oh pesky bird, all hail to thee
Who sits in yonder apple tree,
Yet tries my hair but to enhance,
With droppings, given half a chance.
But excuse me now - I’ll get my gun -
And next time won’t I have some fun!
That bloomin’ creature’s got it coming.
I’ll quickly sort out all his plumbing.
Copyright on all my poems
The Baldicoot was as silly poem I wrote for a joke for the writing website that I was a member of. I was quite surprised that the teachers and children in schools right across West Yorkshire chose this poem amongst almost 400 others for publication in 2010 in one of the five books that were published by AMS Educational. I do hope you like it. Perhaps your children might like to try a picture of The Baldicoot.