The witwit’s a quick wit and knows many things,
Among all the birds
She knows the most words
And sounds beautiful when she sings.
With a bout of deep yawning
To breathe in the dawning
The witwit takes one of her classes,
And comes the late morning
Without giving a warning
She motions to take off her glasses.
And banging a gong
She breaks into song,
Melodious is quite a big word,
But the witwit, the quick wit,
Knows you’re not wrong
To use it for this clever bird.
In the greenest of reaches
She delivers her speeches
And sings while she teaches,
And sometimes she preaches.
Have you heard? Have you heard? Have you heard?