Around the lakes of Pittville Park
we wander on an afternoon
in March. It’s warm! Dogs bound and bark,
while frisky squirrels court and croon.

We wander on an afternoon
beside the banks. A moorhen struts
while frisky squirrels court and croon
amidst the trees with fruits and nuts.

Beside the banks, a moorhen struts;
a pigeon pair coos overhead
amidst the trees with fruits and nuts –
soon they’ll begin to build a bed.

A pigeon pair coos overhead
as magpies chatter, blackbirds trill;
soon they’ll begin to build a bed
and shortly there’ll be beaks to fill.

As magpies chatter, blackbirds trill,
a mallard mother guards her eggs
and shortly there’ll be beaks to fill;
a heron flexes long lean legs.

A mallard mother guards her eggs
and George Swan’s gliding with his girl,
a heron flexes long lean legs,
a thousand buds unwrap, unfurl.

And George Swan’s gliding with his girl
in March. It’s warm! Dogs bound and bark;
a thousand buds unwrap, unfurl
around the lakes of Pittville Park.