Poem: The Wading Bird Of Egypt
56The Wading Bird of Egypt
Plover wades the river Nile.
Rides the black of crocodile.
Brave, bold plover!
Hungry plover's even bolder.
Steps on crocodile's shoulder.
Down the snout
and in the mouth
of the croc who's swimming south.
Rash, brash plover!
Plover picks crocodile's teeth-
row on top,
row beneath.
Dining done,
he straggles out,
none the worse for wear,
no doubt.
Plucky,
lucky plover.
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