Fight Another Day Flightless Ostrich Egg Bird

Why are your wing's so ruffled black It begs the question what on earth is the air up there contaminated with Is that maybe the reason why it's 2 shades of gray on a English summer's day in the old U.K And why migrating fleeing folks of bird's celebrate coz lost and have to hastily turn obtuse 90 degrees right mid-flight Gliding upon a deathly gale whilst heading towards France So dance concisely oh humping bird tarred darker than a raven doing metronome 2 step waltzes Shakespeare is currently on his way with his trusty quill in hand penning you a soliloquy as we very speak For you to carry the word and message on to wherever and whomever They may be if any of them be able and left to fight another day Who haven't already buried their head in desert sand like all the other Ostrich egg's