Dear Mr. & Mrs. Bananaquit,
I’ve a bone to pick with you both, I fear;
Could I please suggest you do not nest
Inside my chandelier this year!

There’s plenty of space to pile your sticks
In the lemon bush or the cedar tree,
But it’s frightfully queer in a chandelier,
And besides, it blocks the light, you see?

And on top of all that the wiring’s bad,
And its awfully, awfully hot inside,
As a mom and dad, it must be sad
To find that most of your eggs have fried...

So, Mr. and Mrs. Bananaquit,
I beg you to stop and to listen to me:
Please keep well clear of my chandelier!
       Yours very sincerely,
               Mr. D.