Catbird
The catbird deep within his shroud
of leaves and branches sings so loud;
you cannot spot him, though you try,
with camouflage he's well-endowed.
The catbird has a mimic's cry,
he will not on himself rely,
but imitate another's song,
in pretense of some other guy.
His squawks and gracks and whistles strong
will not convince a Robin long;
he tries to be someone he ain't
perhaps he thinks he won't belong.
The Catbird sings without restraint,
until he's spotted, then he's faint;
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