Brian the Blue Tit’s Culinary Adventure

Brian the blue tit felt there must be more,
To his life than he heard and he did and he saw.
He was fed up of eating the same thing each day,
Fed up of making his nest the same way.

He was tired of hiding from neighbourhood cats,
And tired of eating small grains mixed with fats.
He wanted adventure, he yearned to explore,
He wanted a life that amounted to more.

But more than all that, he wanted a change,
From the exceedingly limited wild bird food range.
Day after day all his meals looked the same,
And the kindly O’Reillys were mostly to blame;

They put out some bird food in handfuls each day,
And sat back and watched as the birds came to play.
It was very considerate, generous and kind,
As an elder remarked when young Brian declined
To tuck straight into breakfast, preferring instead,
To hold out for a different chance to be fed.

He craved three course dinners, he dreamt cordon bleu,
With a pinch of paprika and a grand chef to stir.
So he set off to find it, one cold winter’s day.
He flew and he flew and somehow found his way
To the great Gordon Ramsay, whose books he had read,
When perched up behind Mrs O’Reilly’s head.

He quaked with excitement, what would he be fed?
Nine types of vegetable, eight types of bread?
But no, it seemed Gordon had plans of his own
As Brian discovered just after he’d flown
Across to the bird table, pretty and green,
When he saw what was before him he couldn’t believe,
That his eyes told the truth, no it couldn’t be true….
Gordon had left out small wild bird seed too!