Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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