what are you called
the peculiar looking bird is a swimmer, a real water lover
we see him and wonder if we’re seeing what we ought-er
he turns and I notice that his beak is a startling crisp paper white
he has small red dots, and he looks formidable, cagey and bright.
What are you called? I ask the bird, but he doesn’t give a hoot.
I find out from my Nigerian friend that he is called a coot.
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