NAS – course I remember! He didn’t half go on about it… If we’re trading the silly poems…
Migrations
“It’s about time,” said the bird on the right,
Removing his pipe from his mouth,
“I could do with a really good holiday,
It’s about time I headed Down South.”
“Down South?” asked his fellow bird, scratching his beak
And wondering quite how he knew
Which way was where, be it forward or back,
And in just which direction to flew.
But with nary a word, the bird on the right
Was now a bird gone upstairs
To pack up a suitcase with all his belongings
And check up on cheap hotel fares.
So three hours later, with shades on his eyes
And the suitcase tucked under one wing,
He came back downstairs to his friend who just shrugged
And said “I guess I’ll see you next spring.”
“But Winter’s coming,” said original bird,
“You could freeze here until you were Dead.”
“Well I may or may not,” came back the response,
“But I’m rather attached to my bed.”
“But Florida’s waiting, excitement and fun,
And ice-cream and surfing all day!”
“Well it might or might not,” said his friend in reply,
“But I think I’d rather just stay.”
So he turned and he shrugged, and without a goodbye,
Not even I’ll-see-you-around,
He flapped and he fluttered and soon he was flying
Three thousand feet over the ground.
He flew for a day, he flew for a week,
He flew ’til he couldn’t no more,
He stopped at a hotel in Miami Beach
And was shocked at who opened the door.
“Well, you took your sweet time to get here,”
Said his friend who he’d once thought insane,
“Whilst you battled your way through the cold and wet,
I cheated and came here by plane.”