A sunbittern, a bird, I be
South America flying kind.
Lincoln Park Zoo is home for me,
A real cool place, so I don't mind.
With wings tucked in, I look subdued,
Feathers of a dull darkish tint.
But spread my wings, and multitude
Of red, yellow, blue spots present,
Which to predators do surprise,
Thinking perhaps they should retreat
From such a beast with monstrous eyes.
Fooling such critters is so sweet.
In the Bird House, this sunbittern
Has not one bit of a sunburn.
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