ORNITHOLOGICAL ORCHESTRA

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ORNITHOLOGICAL ORCHESTRA

Poem by: moonphish

Genre: Humor

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Poem by: moonphish

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Genre: Humor

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Summary

this is for the birds

Summary

this is for the birds

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Submitted: December 15, 2011

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Submitted: December 15, 2011

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one morning i was fast asleep
a thing one most enjoys
but then as dawn was crackin'
came a wacky sort of noise
.
i tottered to the window
to a tree, my ear was bent
and here i found the source
of all the boisterous merriment
.
its sounds absurd 
but there were birds
of every shape and size
it seems they've formed an orchestra
i can't believe my eyes
.
these feathered things
that couldn't sing
had found a way to vent
they gave up voice
and as a choice
had learned an instrument
.
a finch with french horn clenched
was playing better than you'd think
and little wrens played violins
which were perfectly in sync
.
a sparrow with a clarinet
a great horned owl on horn
and crows were picking banjos
since they were so fond of corn
.
the eagle, oh so regal
pounding on piano, grand
and a robin, head a-bobbin'
played the trombone in the band
.
the swans were playing trumpet
and a duck squawked notes on sax
watched an oriole as a bow he pulled
'cross a cello forth and back
.
the chickens clucked and deftly plucked
acoustic guitar strings
and the humming birds were drumming birds
how quickly beat their wings
.
a goose was getting loose
and playing jew's harp as he blew
with tissue paper and his comb
a rooster on kazoo
.
the swallow played the tuba
he could really hold his breath
had a dodo on the oboe
but he played himself to death
.
a pelican on mandolin
a thrush on snare drum, brushed
plus a stork, i saw, in this orchestra
with a bass, to his chest, crushed
.
and they all began to ravin'
didn't matter to these fowls
that it was sleep, that i was cravin'
not their bangin' and their howls
.
i began to plea, the symphony
must disband so noise would cease
they began to scoff
but they all flew off
when i called the bird police
 
 
 
 

 


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