We flamingos, mature of age,
Welcome our young chicks, we do,
To the lagoon where we engage
Visitors to Lincoln Park Zoo.
The young chicks' plumage is still gray,
But carotenoid food we eat
Will bring more orange/pink into play,
And as a flock we'll blend complete.
Meanwhile we're all in the lagoon
Close together, and with good luck,
The chicks will look like us real soon,
And stop thinking they are a duck.
Young flamingos wonder whether
They be birds of dif'rent feather!
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