Under the heat of the summer sun,
He's busily searching for the right one.
He sets his sights upon a nice girl,
And, before her eyes, he gives her a twirl.
He bobs and bows and softly coos,
Hoping that he'll be the one she will choose.
He dips and dives and puffs out his chest,
But, sadly for him, she remains unimpressed.
She's pecking about for the tiniest scrap,
But his bizarre behaviour is making her flap.
He's trying so hard to catch her eye,
But she's had enough, so off she flies!
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