Flamingos are out
Lakes are frozen
Around the lakes snowbanks are high
Might they reach the sky
In the morning none would be there
Gone like the wind on a calm day
Of all the places the flamingos are here
Staying on the lake so clear
On the lake they dance all day
Not forever, I might say
Around the time the snow goes away
Flamingos are flying far away
Rousing from their winter stay
Off to a place that's still cold
Zooming far, fast and bold
Entering the Pole.
Night into day;
Looking out my window
At their melting fishing hole
Kind of makes me want to cry
End of summer, I see them fly.
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