I wore a Woodpecker

as I was sipping Sleepy Tea
A little birdie came to me
And settled down upon my very head

It was a sight, all blue and white
It seemed to grin, the little sprite
Its crowning crest was fire engine red

I tried to catch it with my eye
But it was slippery and sly
And made its home the wrong side of my neck

Its Velcro feet were pretty neat
And when I looked, our eyes would meet
It stuttered “Nighty Night”, and gave a peck

Now, I was wanting for my bed
A chance to lay my weary head
To hum a lullaby, perchance to dream

But it just gave a crazy trill
And started in to peck and drill
And me, I tried to grab it, with a scream

It fluttered with its stuttered cry
And floated like a butterfly
And all at once it pecked me on my nose

Then finally it flew away
And, at the fading of the day
I slipped into a deeply deeply doze

I woke too soon, not feeling good
With achy breaky head of wood
And sawdust shavings all about my pillow

I cursed his name, and little game
The mighty mite I couldn’t tame
And blubbered like a weepy weepy willow.