At creation Boss says to all birds,
“Excavate all the hollows,
release water to make
seas, rivers and pools.”
All obeyed, except Pickatree.
who sat still, would not move,
or flitted between branches.
“It is dirty work. I can’t
soil this bright golden coat,
or silver shine of my legs.”
And the Boss replies
“If that’s fact, from now on,
tha coat is sooty black.
Tha’ll only peck at wood,
Tha claws’ll climb bark upwards,
so tha open beak sup only rain,
and tha yaffles only heard
afore downpours.”
Alternative version
PICKATREE AT START OF WORLD
At start of world a mass of birds,
excavate all hollows,
loose water into them
as to make fresh and salt
seas, rivers and pools.”
All except Pickatree.
who sits still, will not move,
or flits between branches.
“It’s dirty work. I can’t
soil this bright golden coat,
or silver shine of my legs.”
All on a sudden Pickatree finds
his coat is sooty black.
he can only peck at wood,
his claws’ll only climb bark upwards,
so his open beak sups only rain,
and his yaffles only heard
afore downpours.
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