THE WOODPECKER’S NEST
You see that hole inside the oak? Your hand’s too big for you to poke, Your hand’s too big for you to poke Inside and find what my hand found— A tiny nest, so snug and round, Built by a woodpecker last spring, It’s such a perfect secret thing, Hidden away inside the tree, And quite untouched except by me. The while he taps and labours so, The woodpecker is proud, I know, To see his hole grow dark and deep, With room for baby birds to sleep. I wish that I could go to rest, Inside a little tree trunk nest, And that a woodpecker instead Could occupy my nice white bed.
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Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21575, 10 February 1940, Page 6
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116THE WOODPECKER’S NEST Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21575, 10 February 1940, Page 6
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