Peck, peck pecking,
On a wooden fence.
Peck, peck, pecking on a white wooden fence.
I said, to the woodpecker,
Why, you are mis-taken,
You, pecking on that white wooden fence.
There are no grubs within,
No homely hollow to harbor your heavy head,
Tired, from pecking that white wooden fence.
There is no inside,
Only the otherside,
A woody illusion, deluding your birdy brain.
I pleaded with the woodpecker, as he pecked,
Peck, peck, pecked that white wooden fence.
Move on! Make haste!
The woodpecker paused,
He fluttered off.
I do not think he heard.
My plea, drowned out by that futile peck, peck, pecking,
On that white wooden fence.