Papa
Starling
Is
Back.
In
The
Slanting
Sunlight
He
Is
Bright
Black,
Then
Velvet
Brown
When
He
Turns
Around,
Then
A
Sheen
Of
Emerald
Green
Can
Be
Seen.
Half
Again
As
Large
As
Those
In
His
Charge,
A
Commanding
Ruff
Of
Feathers
At
His
Throat,
In
His
Dark
Rainbow
Coat
And
Beak
Of
Hansa
Yellow,
He’s
A
Stately
Fellow.