The great tits will work hard to find a mate, Putting their partners needs before their own, And science hoped to quantify this trait, To
Why do we place such emphasis on love, Should we just not go forth and multiply? Instead of that person sent from above, Could we
To soar like a bird would be a grand thing, With flights through cobalt depths and azure seas; Nothing against you but air on your
The seabirds help our coasts to live and breathe, Perched delicately across the food web. But watching as they fly and gently wreathe, Their numbers
The Blessed Island was so poorly named, As from that day in March the land was cursed. Did Nature feel that mankind should be blamed?