The Flamingo Parade

A million collect for this pink extravaganza I have preened my virgin self Again and again, I am in my prime I am ready for the mating bonanza Of the pink parade. One thousand young heads raise high The more I raise my head The more pinkier I become, The more suitors it will drum Without the moon or roses. The eyes must flash its signal of love In this multitude of sameness, Birds of a feather We are the same but not the same, Our call and aroma are our own. This male stops me dead Entwines his neck, mmmmmm Then gives a peck, mmmmmm I’m struck He smells so masculine, I flutter my eyes He gives a stare and chirps ‘We are a pair yes’ ‘Yes yes yes, ’ I flap my wings and I do quivering things, I feel born again. We waste no time to claim our plot A nest we must start to build, For when I receive his seed of life It carries in the core of its cell, The genetic code of our babies Form doth dwell. All is sewn up in the Flamingo of love, Love of each other Love of the flock so broad Love of our new born and Most love of all to the might OF the love of the Lord.