When the toucan bird sings
It croons through a lisp
With feathersome tongue
Comes a whistling wisp
I wish it could stay
Its colors and smile
Instead I’ll remember
Its song for a while
Colorful Crooner
Don’t rush, or chase the toucan. Admire his beauty and hues
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