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.
Not sure whether to call the crab "monstrous," Or, rather, to class it "preposterous?" Claw outsized, staggering like drunken ants, If I saw one dog-sized, I'd crap my pants.