the birbs and the dirds
in the garden with their wings
pecking at the gravel
loudly do they sings
says a birb to a dird
'i likes yer feathery colour'
replies the dird to the birb
'clearly you are the gentleman and the scholar'
with that they sang their songs
contrapuntal and discordant
yet pleasant and
quite accordant
and went back to pecking gravel
and stretching their little wings
and being birbs and dirds
and a couple of other things