Who killed cock robin?
and fell his days of singin’
a chorus of dawn beginnings
now’s flush with tweetless tiddings
Not I said the koel
for pies I care but little
he pecks low at leggy pests
while I creep up by crows’ nests
Fine alibi have I
said the dove so sweet and shy
my crop of avian milk
feeds none but mine own ilk
Sparrow, swallow, swift so harrow
crake and duck in water shallow
where be the fowl that in such short time
mobbed and maketh this myna crime?