Marsh Mello

She’s the sweetest bird you will ever meet,
So pause for praise and say hello
To one you will always want to greet –
The golden-breasted marsh mello.

Her legs are spiralled candy cane,
Her wings the pinkest candy floss,
The most desirable kind of crane
You will ever, ever, come across.

Her eggs are small, like chocolate buttons,
In a nest you’d think is sugar-spun,
Hide her from the sweet-toothed gluttons
Until the night, and day is done.

Until the silver moon’s unwrapped
To shine upon the marsh mello,
Still and sweet and sugared, rapt,
Among the reed beds far below.