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Ah, To Be an Ostrich!
Ah, to be an ostrich!
I would bury my head in the sand.
I could therefore remain oblivious
To what was going on in this land.
I could hide from gnawing hunger
That showed on children's faces,
And my total lack of involvement
Would leave no guilty traces.
Ah, to be a bear!
I'd hibernate in my cave,
And I wouldn't have to worry
About those whom I couldn't save.
The lost and disenfranchised
Could struggle on their own,
While I stayed safe and sound
And slumbered all alone.
Ah, to be a turtle!
I'd withdraw into my shell,
Ignoring world injustice
And abuses here as well.
When the power-grabbing wealthy
Tromped on the rights of the poor,
From such wrongdoing I'd be hiding
Behind my keratin door.
Ah, to be an eagle!
I would soar across the sky.
Removed from worldly problems,
I'd never have to ask why
So many people killed others
Because of ideals so absurd.
I could maintain my distance.
How lucky to be a bird!
But the problem with being an ostrich
Is it causes people to stare
When your head is under the ground
And your butt sticks up in the air.
Being a bear can be difficult,
For a cave can be damp and cold,
And not to mention lonely:
I guess that would get very old.
And about being a turtle--
And this is the honest scoop--
Your chances are very good
That you'll end up in somebody's soup.
Finally, being an eagle:
Flying can bring you great mirth,
But though you love high altitudes,
At times you must come down to earth.
(4-2-14)
I would bury my head in the sand.
I could therefore remain oblivious
To what was going on in this land.
I could hide from gnawing hunger
That showed on children's faces,
And my total lack of involvement
Would leave no guilty traces.
Ah, to be a bear!
I'd hibernate in my cave,
And I wouldn't have to worry
About those whom I couldn't save.
The lost and disenfranchised
Could struggle on their own,
While I stayed safe and sound
And slumbered all alone.
Ah, to be a turtle!
I'd withdraw into my shell,
Ignoring world injustice
And abuses here as well.
When the power-grabbing wealthy
Tromped on the rights of the poor,
From such wrongdoing I'd be hiding
Behind my keratin door.
Ah, to be an eagle!
I would soar across the sky.
Removed from worldly problems,
I'd never have to ask why
So many people killed others
Because of ideals so absurd.
I could maintain my distance.
How lucky to be a bird!
But the problem with being an ostrich
Is it causes people to stare
When your head is under the ground
And your butt sticks up in the air.
Being a bear can be difficult,
For a cave can be damp and cold,
And not to mention lonely:
I guess that would get very old.
And about being a turtle--
And this is the honest scoop--
Your chances are very good
That you'll end up in somebody's soup.
Finally, being an eagle:
Flying can bring you great mirth,
But though you love high altitudes,
At times you must come down to earth.
(4-2-14)
