by Kenneth Harper Finton
What great black wings has the cormorant. They even have some out in Oregon. They used to be rare, Now they're most everywhere. They even have some in Cheboygan.
Consider the hooded merganser The best-looking bird in the land, sir. You can tell by his stance From the very first glance That he is quite ripe for romance, dear.
A garrulous bird is the redwing. He sings to you about most everything. He will send you a tweet From his sharp pointed beak No Twitter, no rightwing, no leftwing.
Consider the black-crowned night heron. She seems to be so all-aware and Her glaring red eye, Has the look of a spy. At whom is her majesty starin'?
Did you know that the ducks in the barnyard Most always derive from mallard? They've a ring 'round the neck, a bill made to peck And purple-green heads, that's what I heard.
[These verses were inspired by a limerick from 1912 by Dixon Lanier Merritt seen below.]
A wonderful bird is the pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican, He can take in his beak Food enough for a week, But I'm damned if I see how the helican.