Should you thumb
through local lore
it's history to plumb
you'll know much more
of what is yet to come
The tales of Dover, ostrich queen
come out of the mists of time
through the ages she's been seen
treading the foggy morning rime
and granting wishes to the keen
If you the albus-ostrich seek
to lay fortune at your hand
go forth low as do the meek
and take with you some sand
Pile the dust before the bird
stand back and make much din
she then will act-to-type absurd
and place her head therein
Humbly make your heartfelt plea
then Dove will gold aplenty spill
into that new-dredged from sea
and this-wise you'll get your fill
Beware, if you ever, without sand
meet face to face this emblem-queen
approach and you may be de-manned
and ever wish you'd never Dover seen.
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
We went on an early morning safari at Port Lympne a few years ago and saw a male ostrich doing a courtship display at a Land Rover that he fancied. That scaffolder did well to stay in his van