It is a beautiful bird
comes and sits right at the top
not a colourful bird
its looks make one to stop
black in colour
dazzling ans shiny
seen through my parlour
not huge nor tiny
regal in its gait
pleasing in its decor
has a tiny plait
the wings occasionally flutter
trots imperiously
around my garden joyfully
glides along tweeting merrily
flies away magnificently.
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