Eight Magpies

Magpie One, Magpie One,
In your congregation,
Don't be sad
For things you had,
Just plan their restoration.

Magpie Two, safe and warm,
Surrounded by your watchful charm,
Happy laughter
Ever after
Shall be your unfailing balm.

Magpie Three, sharp as a hawk,
Stalwart of the roving flock,
Be the queen
Of every scene,
From market square to inglenook.

Magpie Four, dive to help,
Lead the swooping swaggered gulp,
Cherish the tails
Of honest males,
Mash the guttersnipes to pulp.

Magpie Five, from roost on girder
Survey the vista with your murder,
Rationalise
The silver prize:
Could you take it even further?

Magpie Six, seek what's hiding
In the legends of the tiding,
Tales foretold
Of hoarded gold,
Aspire to a fair dividing.

Magpie Seven, far from twittering
Keep the secret of the tittering.
Steady your beak
When others speak,
Their candid caws let loose and littering.

Magpie Eight, eloquent scribe,
Herald of this city tribe,
Regale us with
The corvid myth,
Which human words cannot describe.