Stroppin’ Tommy Robin

When Stroppin’ Tommy Robin comes bob  bob bobbing along

Puffed up with self importance it’s still the same old song - its just the same old song………………………

Thats my bird table? Aint you heard?

Thats a British Bird Table for British Birds.

This is Perches for Patriots so don’t you come near,

British Birds only are welcome here!

We don’t want foreign  birds coming over,

Our beloved White Cliffs of Dover.

Start of summer they all appear,

Bloody migrants coming here.

Help themselves in a mad stampede,

To our sunflower hearts and niger seeds.

Our peanuts, crusts  and suet balls,

Come over here and eat it all!

Great flocks of them all come together,

Exotic plumage fancy feathers.

Foreign birdsong, yibber yammer,

Flitting about……. in a continental manner!

Totally univited guests,

Feathering  their foreign nests.

I’m telling you we’ve had enough,

We’re sick of all this foreign stuff !

Might be loved by Packham and Strachan,

But just let us British Birds get at em.

The fight back starts right away,

Time for us British Birds to have our say.

One thing that we know for sure,

We want to keep our hedgerows pure!

We will patrol our  garden borders,

Enforce an Avian New Order.

With Stroppin’ Tommy Robin as our leader,

We will defend our peanut feeders.

Migrant birds will come a cropper,

Bloody freeloading channel hoppers.

So Foreign Johnnies best beware,

Tits with flags are everywhere!

We’ll make em take a migrant test,

Put a flag on every nest.

Every bird box, every roosting space,

Let em know who owns the place!

We’ve had enough of all this crap,

We British birds don’t mind a scrap.

A bit of physical persuasion,

Will soon put an end to this foreign invasion,

So Fernando  Foreign Finch on your bike,

Wilhelm Waxwing take a hike.

Foreign birds its time to  ban ya.

Dawn Chorus now is Rule Brittania!

And when the history books are written

They’ll say it all began with Bird Brained Britain!