Regular Grub Street Grackle contributor Ogden “Not Bogdan” Nash has a few choice words for our patron avian:
The grackle’s voice is less than mellow,
His heart is black, his eye is yellow,
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,
And should a human interfere,
Attacks that human in the rear.
I cannot help but deem the grackle
An ornithological debacle.
Mr. Nash seems to have been running out of rhyming combinations. He uses the opening rhyme in “A Drink With Something In It”.
There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth–
I think that perhaps it’s the gin.
Besides, he got the idea from a soda can he found in the pile of garbage he woke up underneath one morning after a martini bender.
But when the flock’s in flight
Like starlings, it’s an earthling’s delight.