Minding my own bird business.
When a flock of ducks quack on bye.
Now the problem was, they all were blind.
Flipping quacking blind ducks they were.
Smack right into me,
The worst they were in a single row,
They each dive right into my Keester!
I think I lost a 1/2 dozen tail feathers
Do you have any idea what?
That does to an Old geezer like me?
Hydroplane, with my Keester facing the sky.
My beak peek low. Nose dive!
Just as I clipped the ground like A belly flop.
On a skate board like skid
This big was digging feather slapping.
Hock Mistaken me for a chicken.
Now this was a big old boy,
Chicken Hock well it was blind as well.
Not only did he lift me off the ground
But rustled me unto the ground,
By its beak, Put in a full goose day
Can’t wait for an air fly on
A wing flight plane hahaha.
Asking myself if there’s
Such a thing as a WING FLIGHT?