Their quiff speaks its mind
No thought undisplayed
Quite curved back utterly unafraid
Where day is a stroll in the trees.
Splayed about a show of cards
Questioning fortune’s turns
Mimicking the sun’s rays like
flowers.
Summer cloud their breasts and clean
tails,
Food scan then clear drop to clean
decking
The noisiest houseguests don’t
overstay.
It’s their dinosaur march bigtime pecking
orders
Seedtime and see you later screech
space,
If it’s music it’s all their
own.
We need only to be here to see them
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