Aerodynamically unsound,
Birds don't conform to the plans of man,
Their landing gears are wrong,
And they have defective wing spans.
Their frames are flawed; they cannot fly,
And with no turbos or no props,
Those tiny birds up in the sky
Don't know that they should drop.
Look at the tiny humming bird,
Compare it to the eagle,
Though both fly around, they should fall down,
They should be grounded as illegal.
Engineers can't tell us why,
And birds don't understand these things,
How do they fly up in the sky,
On those funny, silly wings?
So, warn the pretty butterfly,
And alert the hovering bee,
Tell them they simply cannot fly.
(And God is laughing heartily.)
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002 ~ Revised 2005