There is a full cacophony, out in the woods,
A million birds each presenting its sound and goods,
A salad of calls, noises, and multiple loud chirpy song,
Short tune, long tune, chirp and another moody long,
They must have lots to discuss those birds of feather,
Do not seem to hold back chirping, regardless of weather,
Yet the old Canadian Geese no matter the season,
Keep the decibels high for no apparent reason,