When it comes to bullfinches the orchardist not one to pretend
When he says these birds to me will never be a friend
They eat the flowers of my apple trees in May
Of any good of them I do not have to say
Yet bullfinches have more admirers than foes
The male his pink breast like a blooming pink rose
With his plainer yet pretty wife on branch of sunlit tree
They are indeed a pretty sight to see
And than most humans are male bullfinch is more faithful to his wife
He pairs with her and stays with her and their union is for life
The blooms on the orchardist apple trees to them a tasty treat
Yet this is part of their natural diet and to live they have to eat
The orchardists do not like them for good reason maybe
But the bullfinches have looks and charm as most would agree.
When he says these birds to me will never be a friend
They eat the flowers of my apple trees in May
Of any good of them I do not have to say
Yet bullfinches have more admirers than foes
The male his pink breast like a blooming pink rose
With his plainer yet pretty wife on branch of sunlit tree
They are indeed a pretty sight to see
And than most humans are male bullfinch is more faithful to his wife
He pairs with her and stays with her and their union is for life
The blooms on the orchardist apple trees to them a tasty treat
Yet this is part of their natural diet and to live they have to eat
The orchardists do not like them for good reason maybe
But the bullfinches have looks and charm as most would agree.
