Where will the blackbird go ?

Where will the blackbird go ?
Now we’ve felled the tree and built the house
And burnt the wood upon the fire
Maybe he will nest in the antirrhinum bed
Or on the trellised wall ,with roses for his shade
Instead of hawthorn leaves.
Inside its warm a pity he won’t come in
We asked …almost begged but he prefers the open
Looks accusingly every time we meet
Pecks the ground,
Where the shade once struck,
It’s a shame I know but progress cannot wait
I don’t like those pylons or the power station stacks
(they spoil the view of the reservoir lake
And the sweeping curve of the motorway)
If I am to be warm I have to put up with them
But you can’t explain that to a bird.
He’ll find somewhere else I suppose
There are plenty of trees and hedges over the hill
Behind the pit head sidings.

Getting cold, ,better go in….isn’t ’it quiet….five already”
I have n’t cleaned the cage or fed the canary,
Must do it before tea…………..
There’s a programme on wild life at seven
I don’t want to miss that.