A TREE WITH A BIRD IN IT: A RHYMED REVIEW
It seems that Margaret Widdemer
Possessed a Tree with a Bird in it,
And being human, prone to err,
Thought 'twould be pleasant to begin it,
Or christen it, as one might say,
By asking poets closely herded
To come around and spend the day
And sing of what the Tree and Bird did.
(Poor girl! When next she takes her pen
Some bromide critic's sure to say,
"Don't dare do serious work again—
This stuff is your true métier!")
No sooner said than done; the bards
Rush out in quantities surprising,
And, overflowing four front yards
They carol till the moon is rising;
With ardor, or, as some say, "pash,"
In song kind or satirical,
Asking, apparently, no cash,
They make their offerings lyrical.
I'd be the first a spear to break
For Poesy; but this to tackle ...
It seems a lot of fuss to make
About one Tree and one small Grackle.