We're honored by his visits; he must come from royalty

He's here a couple times a week, and dressed right to a T

His hair is a bright red, and appears to be a Mohawk

His suit is black attire; he makes the jealous birds all gawk


He puts on quite an air, that would impress most any snob

Poised and confident, and is the female bird's heart throb

He's a hero conquering enemies, of insects that he's after

He must be very jolly, cause for miles you'll hear his laughter


He'll hide his living quarters, so that no one ever sees

He doesn't live majestically, but in the poorest of the trees

His name's derived from Greece, which means tree and also beating 

He'll keep his vows for life, while his wife is out there cheating


He's the talk of the tree town, as they gossip 'round the feeder 

The guys think he's a menace, but the girls think he's a leader

The truth is he is gentle; he'd love to join these get togethers

He'd like to be their friend, unless they try ruffling his feathers