The Thrash

Ach du Lee-bird

If you hear a loud flailing in bush or in tree,
That makes a shrill sound like the jibberdeebee,
Then you know it’s a thrash seeking kit for its mate,
Who lives in the cobbletree pout by the gate.

A cobbletree pout is a pouch in the bark
That develops in march when they’re hunting the snark
It matures in September when berries are redding, 
And the thrash moves right in, which the townsfolk are dreading.