A Top End bird
Hearing the word
That hens preferred
To do it in the cold,
Flew south for winter,
Performed with aplomb,
Flew to Europe in October,
South again in May,
Never saw summer again,
Crowed for a buck on the side
That the world had gotten colder,
Couldn't be contradicted,
Took many along for the ride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Crowed for a buck, oh how that resonates in a hot empty nest.