Om Ostrich
Om Ostrich inherited Uncle Hillard’s hat with the onyx jewel.
We were surprised for Om never followed any kind of rule.
He was Hillard’s favorite, of course, said great aunt Crown.
Hillard was a wild man before my ways settled him way down.
Om was pleased, he showed the hat to everyone he saw.
The donkey loved it, he interjected a congratulatory hee haw.
The sheep and the pig were not as excited, of course.
But Om got a wonderful neigh from his bestie, the horse.
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