Rainbow Throated Hummingbird
Obviously male, I strut my stuff and make my song of Key Key Key.
I am the captain of this branch in the banks of this bamboo tree.
My relatives are from Costa Rica, and are as aggressive as paprika.
Except the looney ones from Argentina, who dance the Macarena.
Wait! That’s a lie, but we do have cousins in Panama.
They live in proximity of the great white macaw.
We are not petite like a parakeet.
But our rainbow throats simply cannot be beat.
We are medium sized, which sometimes makes tourists surprised.
A diehard necatavore; I eat sugar-rich flowers in meadow next door.
Do not wander far from my mountain gem tribe.
Or my lovely mate, my darling sweet heart bride.
She has laid two white eggs, sitting has made her cross.
Up seven foot high, they are covered by moss.
I am obviously male, I strut my stuff and make my song Key Key Key.
No other fiery throated hummingbird has the confidence of me.
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