Another Scraping of the Spurs in a Sorry House
Some peahens and some cockatoos
have flapped up quite a blur:
they've just swooped down
to save the world
and spread their sacred err.
They've tracked down countless birds
of prey, and soon they'll have their tails.
Then after all THOSE dirty birds are caged,
they'll try to save the quails.
The parakeets have chipped in chirps
in schoolrooms and on paper,
and cockatiels have added squeals,
two olives and caper.
They've taught the kittens how to bark;
the puppies how to purr;
the ducks to cluck;
the cocks to quack-
turned feathers into fur.
They've unwrapped Lady Lazarus
and covered Miss July.
They've told canaries not to sing,
and turkeys they should fly.
To rule the roost and
keep the nest, they're scratching up
and flocks are winging from the west
to coax them with their claws.
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