They Are Great At Voices
I heard a distinct voice in the bowels of an Australian jungle.
Clark Gable! What? He’s been gone a long time.
I followed the voice, but alas, now I was hearing Elvis.
Singing “Love Me Tender”.
The guide had tried to stop me, but I was persistent.
So he held the tour party back until I finally returned.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Did you hear that?” someone else asked, in my voice.
“What is that?” I asked the tour guide.
“That is a lyrebird,” he told me. “They are great at voices.”
I did not believe him until I heard “They are great at voices,”
come out of the jungle, in his exact voice.
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