If only if only the woodpecker cried,
The farmers, they saw him and took both his eyes.They went to the market with marbles in pockets
And sold his eye sockets for a cup full of rye.
When woodpecker got up and started to fly.
He hit the wind, thought it was goodbye,
But he flew blindly without a doubt in mind.Woodpecker was soaring till his wings grew sore.
He dived headfirst and hit the market’s floor,
Commoners gasped as dinner fell from the sky.Pitchforks in hand, eyeing him, drolling like fools,
Woodpecker was ignorant that he might die.
A vendor gave woodpecker a ride on his shoulder, With marbles in his hand, he gave them to the bird.
Though his sight was gone, he had made a friend,
Woodpecker and the vendor were pals to the end.
