That bird-noise clock sure was neat;

just this afternoon I had a real treat.

I taped the sounds once on my microcassette;

the behavior I observed I'll never forget.

The tape was playing, I stood by the screen door;

squirrels jumping to-and-fro as they love to explore.

Their bodies just froze as they heard each bird call;

it was like they each had some kind of squirrel highball.

I watched them in amazement as they didn't move an inch;

the sound was crystal clear when they heard the goldfinch.

But even better yet was the great horned-owl;

if those squirrels could they would certainly growl.

The higher pitched calls were the better of the lot;

if those bushy tails could talk they'd hold a boycott.

I never saw squirrels completely still, have you;

guess I'll have the last word, like cock-a-doodle-doo.

That bird-noise clock sure was neat;

everyday now I just enjoy that treat.

Perhaps someday they'll quit jumping on the roof;

until then I'll just engage in some daily spoof.