Crowds are the thing. There’s nothing quite like crowds
when going places. Only way to go.
You and your mates with all the birds in tow,
mile-highing it, way up above the clouds.
Follow the sun. No point in staying here
to freeze and huddle. Us, we like it hot.
You’d rather stay behind? You’ve lost the plot.
We’ve got it sussed. We do it every year.
Raring for off? Impatient for a fling?
C’mon, let’s fly. The South of France first stop,
Costa del Sol is next, and then a hop
across the Med. We’ll come back in the Spring,
patch up the nests, nip out and grab some food
then settle down to raise another brood.