I saw, crawling out of the weeds, One quickstepping millipede. But, going daft, it's bow and stern Started to clash, and - as each turned - It tied itself in a knot.
The Hyena is renowned for its cackle-- Not so of bats, birds, snakes, whales or jackals. So, why such an intense sense of humor? Perhaps, it's just a human-lampooner.
For the Ostrich, I feel quite bad: The bird's great gift, it never had. But, a flighted one, I don't wish to see; I'd hate to have a falling one land on me.
Walking down a trail, I had quite a scare -- For walking straight towards me was a big ole bear. It glanced at me, and then down at its feet, Then that speciesist bear had the nerve to cross the street.