Number seven of George Carlin’s ‘Seven Dirty Words’...
Within the Aves there’s a family
where elocution varies on the fly ‒
the English often make it rhyme with ‘sky’,
Americans pronounce it ‘parody’.
However we conceive its prosody,
whatever way we try to classify,
there’s one thing that nobody can deny ‒
they are exemplars of things feathery.
Whenever noisy, social song is heard
their many species flit among the trees,
the Rusty, Dusky, Ashy and the Blue ‒
it’s safe to say that any hue will do.
So lift your head and turn to face the breeze,
and welcome home this paragon of birds.
RJT
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