Violaceous turaco -
Now that's a mouthful name of bird,
Cuz of purple feathers I wear.
Just call me purple in one word.
From West Africa my kind hail.
We're shy and oft in the tree tops.
Mostly in fig trees we prevail.
For figs we make a lot of stops.
We're social birds and stay in flocks
In the same nesting neighborhood.
We call out 'cooroo' in shared talks
To let all know that all is good.
In the Bird House I'll call to you
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem