Poem: The Wading Bird Of Egypt

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By Hazel Crawner

The 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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