Golden maize, a treasure rare
Birds descend, with hunger to share
Pecking away, with gleeful cheer
Their snack, the farmer’s hard-won year
But then appears, a figure bold
The farmer, with a story to be told
Chasing the birds, with waving arms
Shooing them away, from his precious charms
The birds take flight, in a flurry of wings
Their laughter echoing, as they sing
The farmer stands, with a frustrated sigh
For the birds have eaten, and flown on by
The chase begins, in this endless play
Between the birds, and the farmer’s way.
