Merry Christmas (view to see the message)

We three kings of avian are
Migrant birds who travel afar.
Fluff and feather, snowy weather,
Pooping on yonder car.


What did you expect from a birder.


(Verse sent to me by a friend, original source unknown. I'm not that creative.)

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