Mr. Blyth's Hornbill is my name.
Named after some zoologist
Who wanted class bird claim to fame,
Typical human egotist.
Me and the Missus, we both do
Plan on having a baby bird,
Right here at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
Itchings for family get stirred.
When it's that time, the Missus will
Mud seal herself in a tree hole.
I'll take her snackies, bill to bill.
While she nests, fetcher tiz my role.
I hear the Missus calling me,
So gotta go, or hot she'll be.
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