I saw two green blotched eggs on short grass on the ground
Masked lapwing eggs though none of their kind anywhere near around
Birds quite defensive of their territory
Their absence seemed quite puzzling to me
The abandoned eggs to the touch seemed quite cold
A thing of natural beauty to behold
No angry lapwings screaming above my head
Methought the owners of the eggs may be dead
The masked lapwing or spur wing plovers their eggs and young defend
And at breeding time none to them is a friend
Had they been around they would take to the sky
And scream at me as close to me they did fly
I left the eggs there to naturally decay
Such things one see in Nature every day.
Masked lapwing eggs though none of their kind anywhere near around
Birds quite defensive of their territory
Their absence seemed quite puzzling to me
The abandoned eggs to the touch seemed quite cold
A thing of natural beauty to behold
No angry lapwings screaming above my head
Methought the owners of the eggs may be dead
The masked lapwing or spur wing plovers their eggs and young defend
And at breeding time none to them is a friend
Had they been around they would take to the sky
And scream at me as close to me they did fly
I left the eggs there to naturally decay
Such things one see in Nature every day.