Also there was a hen, a hummingbird, The flyer most unique in all our herd. Others would flutter, float, sail, wave
in air; She just hovered and hung without a prayer. On her throat she longed to wear rubies red, But all five
husbands - each a feather head All kept these jewels themselves. Yet she was gay, And would eat, drink, flirt, mate
each sunny day.
Next, all in orange and black, a Monarch came: Danaus plexippus his royal name. A wee king, slight as your versifier,
Yet no larger eclipsed him as a flyer. Two thousand miles he'd fly if he took notion. With no pause for rest he
crossed the ocean - The very sea I was thrown 'cross by storm.
A bear, all in fur coat now much too warm, Was there, and she from home in polar ice To join our throng had made
much sacrifice. Two darling, snow-white cubs she left behind. And though to dog days she was disinclined, On
iceberg she floated, far as could be, 'Till it melted and she joined our company.
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