THE BLUE TIT 
Of all the small creatures 
That flutter and flit, 
And receive, from their features, 
The title of “Tit/’ 
We mites, who go dressed 
In a bonnet of blue. 
Are, I think, known the best, 
And the best-beloved, too. 
People say we are pert ; 
Well, we chatter, no doubt ; 
And they say we do hurt 
When the fruit-buds come out. 
But it’s insects we eat — • 
(Most, at least)— on my word, 
And this fact I repeat 
As a truth-speaking bird. 
There is one delightful family of little birds 
known as Tits. They might almost be given the 
name of Acrobats, so cleverly will they swing, head 
downwards, on a piece of string, pecking daintily 
at a walnut or a piece of suet, that has been hung on 
a tree for their enjoyment. 
The Great Tit and the Blue Tit are the most 
constant visitors to our gardens during cold weather, 
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