The Good Lord made the creatures,
All of’em great and small.
The snails don’t like the thrushes
As they hover on the wall.

The blue tits are raising their babies,
Working hard and fast.
They don’t like the magpies
Peeping as they fly past.

I admit I’m scared of dogs;
Give them a real wide berth.
Newts and frogs, I’m happy with
As I disturb them in the earth.

The creatures who give me most pleasure
Are the birds up in the sky.
They stay close as I dig the garden;
They trust, and forget to be shy.

The creatures that I hate the most
Are greenfly in my roses.
When I squirt my spray at them
I’ve seen them thumb their noses.

© Kathy McKay Sinclair 2013