That's a Dodo

There once was a dodo Who always heard “no no” He tried doing right But that never took flight His life, he thought it was so-so He went searching for less Where he thought he'd find "yes" He went to the owl Who always smelled fowl But of what he never could guess The owl up in the tree Was content as can be  From wisdom of old Of which he was told Great birds only knew, such as he Upon the dodo's mild fit It spied an egret “The owl smelling foul Just gave me a scowl” What say you, to whom I’ll admit The egret resumed  It's feathers to groom Until they were glistening He'd ne'er be listening To a bird with lesser a plume As the dodo fell struck It passed a green duck “The owl and the egret Have some kind of secret Can you tell me where is my luck” The duck was a quack As the dodo looked back It just sat on its eggs With stubby old legs Of siblings the dodo did lack The dodo pressed on Passing some swans A dove and a stork Some quail on a fork To his query they only would yawn. So he came to the Phoenix The Majestical Bird And asked him the reason His question’s unheard The phoenix replied As all the birds sighed “Dodo which grace not given a face Hath in yourself this question confide?” The dodo struck dumb Was about to succumb Till he remembered the owl With arrogant scowl The egret the duck Who lived in the muck The swans the dove The Ukrainian stork Why even the quail Ensnared on a fork He’d not asked a dodo Why always a no-no He could not do it right He could never take flight But his life did not have to be so-so (But as he mulled over this With dodo-ish bliss He never asked where all of them go-go’d) Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 04:35 PM PST   0 • 10