The blue faced honey eater is
The name some humans gave to me.
Humans have a weird naming biz.
Lots of blue faced birds there must be.
One of my kind must have been seen
Someplace the humans eating are,
And curious got 'twixt and 'tween
Some honey sitting in a jar.
Cuz mainly I eat bugs and plants.
My kind are from down under way.
Honey is eaten just by chance.
We know that bees don't like to play.
Whether or not your face is blue,
Come see me at Lincoln Park Zoo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too far for me to visit but your lovely poem have brought that blue raced honey eater to me thanks