Why Antarctica
Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust.
We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust.
She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too.
And a patterned knitted cap created by my Auntie Lou.
Why Antarctica? We asked her, for we wanted to know.
Because Michigan has never had enough sparkly snow.
And I love seeing my breath float out of my beak.
We saw her flying home to Ann Arbor the very next week.
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