Way, way back at post # 530 ( 28th June 2019) I showed you an ancient bird poem .... here's the link to it ...you wouldn't want to miss it .... 530-phyllyp-sparowe.html ... and after aeons of time, here's the next bit of it. And your job is to work out what all those birds are. And what they're like, and what they do. Off we go ..... Our chaunters shalbe the cuckoue, The culver, the stockedowve, With Puwyt the lapwyng, The versycles shall syng. The bitter with his bumpe, The crane with his trumpe, The swan of Menander, The gose and the gander, The ducke and the drake, Shall watche at his wake; The pecocke so prowde, Bycause his voyce is lowde, And hath a glorious tayle, He shall syng the grayle; The owle, that is so foule, Must helpe us to houle; The heron is so gaunce, And the cormoraunce, With the fesaunte, And the gaglynge gaunte, And the churlysshe chowgh; The knoute and the rowgh; The barnacle, the bussarde, With the wylde mallarde; The dyvendop to slepe; The wather-hen to wepe; The puffyn and the tele, Money they shall dele To poore folke at large, That shall be theyr charge; The semewe and the tytmose; The wodcocke with the long nose; The threstyl with her warblyng; The starlyng with her brablyng; The roke, with the ospraye That putteth fysshes to a fraye; And the denty curlewe, With the tyrtyll most trew. ( Therys anothr thrry paygess of thatte sorte of thynge) Well, Roy Harper Week is still trundling along .... as am I ....
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