A little poem telling the story of what lenghts a male bird will go to, to get his female bird.
I puff out my chest,
I am doing my utmost best.
My colours of black red and blue,
they must give her a clue.
Dancing upside down,
bobbing my head as I begin to frown.
I let out my calling sound.
She just glances at me,
can she really see?
I shake my feathered tail as the purple shines through.
The skills I have been taught,
have done there full job lot.
As she approaches me,
so she did see.
I think to myself as I take her under my wing,
let the second dance begin.
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