The Wibble Bird
The Wibble is a most peculiar bird
He flies round in circles and looks quite absurd
He hooks onto trees by a curve in his beak
And hangs in midair for over a week
The Wibble never builds a nest
For true power of flight this birds not possessed
So when this fellow needs to feed
He hooks up a worm
Or sucks on a weed
He has long feathers of yellow and green
And wispy white stripes that flow in between
His eyes pop out as if on a spring
When he opens his beak he’s unable to sing
Then every so often he takes to the air
So watch out below keep your head down, beware!
As he does not know his left from his right
There’s nothing much worse than this feathered sight
Flying towards you out of control
So climb up a tree or jump down a hole
For if you do not, or fail to see
This bird with a squawk fall from a tree
You are likely to get a large bump on the head
Or worse than that he will knock you quite dead
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