In fields of green, where wildflowers sway,
A curious sight, I chanced to stay,
Twain partridge birds, in front of me,
Their feathers fluffed, in perfect glee.

More behind, with eyes so bright,
Watched me and my wonder at their sight,
Their drumming loud, with all their might,
A symphony, a pure delight.

In a land of feathered friends so fine,
Partridge birds in front did shine,
Their drums did beat with rhythmic pace,
As they marched forth with partridge grace.

In the grassland woods, a wondrous sight,
Twain in front, twain behind, so bright,
The Patridge birds did dance and play,
Their drumming echoed all the day.

Bunch of Patridge birds, so serene & so bright,
In the grassland field we beheld them, on that sunny night.
Patridge in front,with feathers so fine & so fair,
Drumming and dancing, without a single care.

Twain Patridge behind, with eyes that shone like the light,
Watching and waiting, for the morning's delight.
Their musical drumming echoed, through the trees so tall,
A symphony sweet, that echoed through it all.

In the green grasslands forest, oh so artistically grand,
Twain partridge birds take a stoic stand,
One partridge in front, one partridge behind,
Their...