The Magpie’s Lesson

Maggie was a magpie,
A very pretty bird.
To say that Maggie was a thief
You’d think would be absurd.

But just like all her family
She liked to look around
For pretty little objects
That were waiting to be found.

If you looked into her nest
You’d see all sorts of things,
Brooches, mirrors, shiny stones-
Perhaps some fancy rings.

One day she carried home a knife,
As sharp as sharp can be,
It spoilt poor Maggie’s feathers
For it cut them all, you see.

Maggie didn’t like that
And she threw the knife away,
And decided not to steal again,
For her, crime did not pay!

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke