Flamingo Migration the Leader

Come on chaps its time to go We must leave now, before the snow. I know the way, I know the path The route is South to a great lake bath. You’re my pal, so you’re first right. Help me guide them on this long flight. You’re first left, cause you fly so strong Make sure our path is never wrong. When I count to three, we’re on our way The journey’s long, no time to play. At the count of one, start to run The take off’s hard, it’s not fun. Flap your wings at the count of two Not only me, but all of you. At the count of three, lift your feet and soar. Do it wrong and you’ll hit the floor. Line up quickly in a V-formation Maintain your distance, keep your station. Then circle once and follow me We’re heading South for a mating spree