The sky was blue the grass was green
Then nuclear testing spoilt the scene
Pollution thus could clearly be seen
What have we done, where have our minds been

Forests were cut and the climate declined
Now animals are all but a few left behind
Does any one care or are we all blind
What does it take to be natural and kind?

A busy little squirrel in the local park
Gathering his food before the day gets dark

Swinging from the branches up-side down
Not a care in the world nor a worry or a frown

Looking for some berries and nut to eat
Dropping leaves and twiglets at my feet

Showing off to ladies, looking very smart
Sitting on a branch with his hand on his heart

When a motorbike revved in the road near by
The squirrel took off with a wave good bye

In the corner of the park is a very tiny wood
And the trees are alive with singing
There are lots of little birds and I think you really should
Go there and watch the little birds winging

They flutter and hop from tree to bush
Chirping a happy little song
Just step slowly neither shove nor push
And you won't have to wait too long

There's a lovely little brook where a kingfisher sits
As he waits on a twig for his pray
If you go early morn and keep about your wits
You may see him fishing every day

Most days in the park keep an eye toward the sky
When the seagulls and the crows start to squeal
There'll be a Kestrel or buzzard flying very high
It's a sight for the eye and very real

In the corner of the park in this very tiny wood
Where the trees are alive with singing
If you’re ever come this way please visit if you could
Your ears will be filled with pleasant ringing

I saw a kingfisher
Down by the brook
With a beak full of prey
To take back to his nook

He must have a mate
And eggs ready to hatch
Whilst the brook’s full of fish
He will get a good catch

I see a lady just down there?
I’ll have to look my best
I must do my spring preening
And don my brand new vest

I’ll sit up in the tree top
And sing out all my joy
I hope she’ll turn and glance at me
I’m a handsome Blue tit boy

Hello. Please come and sit with me
I am up a branch or two
I have just cleaned all my feathers
And spruced them up for you

The Mallard duck, she came to school
Not to learn or play the fool

But to make a nest behind The Grange
Where she laid nine eggs and all free range

The duck was watched with a very close eye
And we tiptoed quietly as we passed her by

Now one of the teachers saw them hatch
Nine little ducklings, what a batch

He tweaked his beard and scratched his head
Called some students and to them said

“Come over here and have a look
We’ll take these ducklings to the brook

One of the caretakers looked on too
Was it a circus or maybe a Zoo?

To the caretaker I heard him say
“Grab that duckling and walk this way

A box for the last one, caw, what a lark
Running after the others into the park

The duck waddled after with a very loud quack
They stopped all the traffic, there’s no turning back

They climbed the railings without a falter
Now ducklings and duck are safe in the water

There’s a lady with a camera
And she’s pointing it at me
She thinks I cannot see her
As she hides behind the tree

Who does she think she’s kidding?
I can see just where she’s at
In a camo coloured outfit
And a funny little hat

I’ll stay a few more captures
For I’m such a handsome guy
Then shake out all my feathers
And head towards the sky

I’ll fly down to the river
For the tide is going out
That’s when fish are left behind.
A catch with out a doubt

The sun is in the sky and spring is upon us
Little birds are singing whilst building a nest
Kestrel hovering
Got his eye on every thing
Black crows call to alert all the rest

Trees growing leaves and flowers start to blossom
The ground is alive with fungi in the wood
Insect sect stomping
Caterpillars Chomping
Remnants of something where once it stood

Fox cubs tussling whilst mother watches closely
Bunny rabbits nibble the grass by the fence
Daisies and Buttercups
Always tend to clutter up
And all the vegetation starts to grow very dense

Crisp spring mornings walking though the woodlands
Waiting by the brook near a Kingfisher’s rest
Mute swans swimming
Mallard ducks skimming
The surface of the water with a graceful zest

Have you ever seen a dragonfly buzzing by a pond?
Heard newly hatched chicks when they sing
The sounds are wonderful
The colours are beautiful
Oh how I love the season of spring