The Bird That Thinks It Can Swim
Why does the sky let down droplets of rain, couldn’t it be like the river which remains the same.
Look at that elephant washing its back, surely I could do that, just watch me do my flaps.
Ripples through the water aren’t they the best, now why is this raven making much noise in her nest.
Swirl they did, so many I’ve lost count, maybe if I just take a dip, now that’s what I’m talking bout!
Here comes the evening pigeon I guess somehow it must, could you please stop! Should you always make such a fuss.
The ducks going in circles seems to be having a blast, feeling water on my face, how I wish this day would last.
Suddenly there was a splash as the crocodile came up for air, why am I perched on a tree, this couldn’t be more unfair!
Now listen here, indeed you might have somehow missed, I’m no bird! Just in case you were wondering this.
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