Crossbill

Crossfire

Its bill is like two dry sticks rubbed together
and, like the blazing fire that they start
are the amazing crossbills crimson feathers.
That's why it starts a fire in my heart.

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The Crossbill

I came across a bird
that had a cross shaped beak
and yet not a cross word
did that bird ever speak.

“Oh, crossbill may I ask you”,
I said, being polite,
“How your beak became askew;
pointing both left and right?”.

“For luck, I keep it crossed”,
the bright red bird replied,
“So winter’s snow and frost
will soon start to subside”.

But I think it’s well known
why that bird’s bill entwines;
its to peck at the cones
of the pretty, prickly pines.