Canadian Geese
Whenever these big birds cross the road,
they move in bunches as slowly as a toad.
To get to the other side, do they need a goad?
This is what happens in each similar episode.
They fly down here from their origins in Canada.
Most of them make their nesting in America.
God only knows what they put inside their guts.
The turds they defecate look like green cigar butts.
When we drive, we need to be alert and loose.
If not, there will be another dead goose.
They spend more time on the ground than in the air.
Look out for Canadian geese. You had better beware.
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