my neck, as you see it is long
through it i will belt out a song
a melodious sqawk
though i can't even talk
i'll sashay and sway right along!

i'll sing about feathers and such
i flip them and flap them so much
i yodel and i spit
with a birdbrainy wit
and wear wooden shoes like i'm dutch!

ten bow ties are tied round my neck
polka-dotted, gaudy as heck
and when i do giggle
they wobble and wiggle
you touch them and i'll start to peck!

i laugh as i dance in my clogs
and scare away kids and small dogs
i leap through the tall grass
and fall square on my ass
my feathers all full of bullfrogs!

i leap from a cliff of some height
an effort to try to gain flight
but land with a big thud
in a batch of green mud
oh heavens! this heavy bird's plight!

i know that the show must go on
so i laugh, then wobble along
in a green mucky goo
i then hum and i coo
and SCREECH as i try to look strong!

i wave you goodbye with my wings
and wish you much luck in all things
and when you do recall
the wonder of it all
remember this old bird that sings!