The Ugly Vulture

The ugly vulture flasps and hops,
Flies and scraps and walks and stops,
Pecks to a tree and looks around,
For rotten rubbish on the ground.

He likes dead things and he pecks them clean,
He's horribly ugly,dull and mean,
Hunchy shoulders,old bald head,
He'd like me better if I were dead!

But look at him in the high blue sky,
Round and round you see him fly,
Higher and higher he turns and swings,
Climbing the air with unmoving wings.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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October 23, 2016 at 4:46 PM
This is one of the poems I can never forget; as a matter of fact, it's been in my memory for close to 19 years now! Since the first time we sang it in my Primary 6 class, it had stuck since then. Please, are you really the one who wrote the poem? I hope I'm polite enough in my asking.
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