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Bird Calls

These fish are my fish

These fish are mine

These fish are all my fish.

Great Blue Heron

 

Car-maker

Street-baker

Don’t need no salt-shaker

Don’t need no salt-shaker

Black Vulture

 

How do you do

That voodoo

That voodoo

That over-night

Hoo-doo?

Great Horned Owl

 

I think, think, think

I need horn-rimmed glasses

To see who dipped my huge

Wings in black ink, ink, ink.

Wood Stork

 

He-bop and she-bop

And all-night-long

Don’t stop that

Be-bop that

Be-bop

Charlie Parker

© Jilly’s 2016

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12 thoughts on “Bird Calls

  1. This was totally fun! I saw a Wood Stork the other day at a neighborhood pond…they are the saddest looking birds and seem very serious. No those Vultures don’t need any salt…haha! There were Vultures down there at the pond too… Thanks for sharing, Jilly!
    Gayle ~

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    1. I believe we all live in the same general region – we are in Orlando 🙂 This was inspired by the company in our ‘lake.’ I only omitted the Sand Hills. Thanks for your generous comments and for hosting.

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