“Yer balls have gone!” she said.
“No they haven’t, they are there with me, look!”
I replied as I dropped my trousers.
“Not them!” she said “The others!”
“What others?” I said,
“Those out in the garden!”
Aah, then I knew what she meant,
The suet balls,
The ones on the bird feeder,
They had all been eaten,
Eaten by the birds.
Yes, those balls had gone!