Tee hee, tee hee.

It’s late January and the tufted titmouse is awake.

The sap is running.
How do I know?
Because the tits are calling.

Tee hee. Tee hee. Tee hee.
What they say, not me.

As if they knew
The name we gave them is,
Wait for it,

Titillating.

Editor’s note: this is not a tufted titmouse. It’s a tuft of hoarfrost.

Here's the tufted titmouse's wikipedia page.

Here's the call.