Fiddle Faddle

His crazy flying’s a gay toodle-oo;
The mockingbird is a book “way past due.”
A dog that is constantly wagging its tail,
Is a yea-sayer and that’s no folktale.
A white feather lies in my garden bed.
Was this handsel from a bird I once fed?
Fallal, a pretty necklace at the throat —
Male pigeon thrusting his chest, “wooing boast.”
The tough cat emerged from the willowwacks;
Calisthenics, then, a fitting climax

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