Observing a pair of Great Tits at a bird feeder while leading a tour in England, Laetitia was asked by a native if there were tits in America. She answered, “No,” at the time unaware of the Bushtit in the western United States. When she realized her mistake, she wrote the following two-verse limerick.
One is tempted to envy the Brits
Who are blessed with a wealth of fine Tits
Great, Coal, Blue, and Yellow
Marsh, Azure, Tit Willow
For bird lovers, as good as it gets.
About Yanks, I am sorry to say
Of tits, we have no such array
And though this does appall
The Bushtit is all
I hope that this thought makes your day.