Mina bird, Mina bird,
How could you so malign a bird?
You'll never see a finer bird
On either land or sea.
Note how regally I walk,
How nobly bear your cruel talk.
You'll never hear a raucous squawk
From such a bird as me!
Mina bird, Mina bird,
There's no-one could design a bird,
Not one that could out-shine a bird
As ravishing as I.
My plumage is so beautiful,
So gloriously suitable,
A fact that's irrefutable
To a discerning eye.
While other aviators do
Lie down and die in front of you,
Leaving their remains in view
In inconsiderate mode,
When you in your motor ride
I stroll genteely to the side.
Your by-laws I have not defied
By littering your road.
Mina bird, Mina bird,
There is no diviner bird,
I am the Rex Regina bird,
The sovereign of the sky.
As of right I take my place
As ruler of the feathered race,
Who bow to my majestic grace
And from my presence fly.
There's no bird that is cheerier,
I am so far superior,
Those starlings are inferior....
Who'd want to hear their song?
I am the graceful Mina bird;
Your hurtful slander is absurd,
And so, to have the final word,
Your prejudice is wrong!
I like the creativity of this poem. It's not often that someone writes as though they're a bird. I think if I were a bird I'd be plotting who's car to rest on, who's yard to feast on, and where to explore next. Thanks for the travel of a million thoughts into one glorious flight.
We have the same problem with politicians!!
Great words again Eunice
Peace
Rob