if nothing but to fly like flamingo
mo ne mo ne mo
true like an arrow in flight
in a manner of thought
or so splintered in mind
a one of a mysterious lot....
if nothing but to bring like peafowl
do da do da do
silent yr howl
hidaway of the jowl
should they have studied you
or measured through
a hue of a silvery blue...
if nothing but to flee like emu
boo lee bo boo lee bu
to survive towards the left
or the demise on the right
unlike the convenience of two
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