Some poem I made a while ago
We all saw them flying our way
theyâre going to scare my herd
squeaking squawking all day
so letâs get rid of those birds!
We chased and chased all day long
but we couldnât find a single one
but then we heard a familiar song
but only to find an old hamburger bun
We looked and looked but no success
until we found the colorful feather
and then we knew that we were blessed
but only if we had some good weather
We knew we were close to the bird
we heard squeaks and squawks not far away
so then I said the key word
in a quiet sort of way
We chased with our nets high in the air
only to find out that it flew away
then we saw all in the air
back to their home at the bay
But then we saw coming our way
but another flock of birds
itâs like weâre at this everyday
so letâs get rid of those birds!
