Grandad’s Visitor

Your Grandad had a visitor,
a cheeky chap and bold,
who wore a suit of velvet black
and dipped his beak in gold.

The blackbird flew by every day
and had one feather white;
your Grandad thought it looked just like
an airline pilot’s stripe.

He landed on the window-sill
and waited for a while,
the airline pilot’s here again
said Grandad with a smile.

Your Granny kept a special tin
with food for birds to eat,
so every time the blackbird came
he got a special treat.

One day when Granny was away
and Grandad on his own,
the airline pilot stepped inside
and made himself at home.

He didn’t like the TV screen,
the cushions were too bright,
he hopped around and flapped his wings
and cried chak-chak with fright.

He tried to find a quick way out
and swooped round everywhere,
but had a little accident
on Grandad’s favourite chair.

Poor Grandad, but he had to laugh –
I think that you’ll laugh too –
to find that such a little bird
could leave quite so much pooh!