Invitation

Blue jay, fly to my windowsill!
Here's suet and raisins, so eat your fill.
Not that I care for your scratchy call,
And I like your manners least of all,
But when you are hungry, the chickadees
Who ask politely, please, please, please,
Are much too bothered by what you say—
So come have your breakfast, and fly away!
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