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Peck, Peck ---- Peck, Peck, Peck.
Is that a woodpecker making a wreck
Out of my tree out in the yard?
Do I have to stand out there being on guard?

Peck, Peck ---- Peck, Peck, Peck.
Oh well, what the heck.
He has a life to live on his own.
I guess my tree makes him a good home.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney

We have woodpeckers eating our Holly tree up.