Robber Baron
I thought I loved my blackbird
I thought he was my friend
I fed him dainty morsels
From Christmas to year's end
The poor bird seemed so thirsty
He hovered round the pond
Picking round and looking down
Beadily watching each frond
He stepped down upon a lily leaf
With neat precise and dainty skill
And seized a small amphibian
Then darted away with his kill
Its gilded belly was turned to the sun
It struggled in vain but had no where to run
The blackbird gripped his prey and sung
Then flew off in triumph to feed his young
He serenades me all day long
He croons with a beak full of food
But this blackbird has a blacker side
With living prey he feeds his brood
My garden's made for wildlife
In nature lies our roots
But that doesn't include this blackbird
Who is brazenly sealing my newts
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