TWO magpies sat on a garden wall, As it might be Wednesday week; And one little magpie wagged his tail In the other little magpie's beak. And doubling like a fist his little claw-hand, Said this other: "Upon my word, This is more than flesh and blood can stand, Of magpie or any other bird." So they picked and they scratched each other's little eyes, Till all that was left on the rail Was the beak of one of the little magpies, And the other little magpie's tail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |