Once there was a bird,
Who flies a above herd,
She so hungry she wants some meat,
And the ducks she saw below looks pretty neat.
She waits a little bit,
Thinking of some dirty bait,
Alas, she'll just go nearby,
And pretend that she's a passerby.
She landed on a roof,
With grace disguised as spoof,
Yet, something suddenly spikes,
It's the thunder who killed her in a strike.
The bird fell down the soil,
As roasted meat with oil,
And the ducks who are just so wise,
Eat her slice by slice.
