Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo
This Abdim's stork is eying lunch.
I have no teeth to sink into
The food and so I do not munch.
I pick up a bug with my beak,
And quickly swallow the bug so
It 'meats' my gizzard, so to speak,
Where the bug's ground up good and slow.
It's just a fact with all birds that
There is no need for teeth with us.
The food in our habitat
Is eaten without too much fuss.
So when visiting, you won't see
Any bug being chewed by me.
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