I’m no Ogden Nash, but it’s still fun to try…


An egret’s like a heron,
But not so overbearin’.
Proud birds are the egrets,
Living free without regrets.

The male’s white plumage
Gives him the groom edge.
His bride’s just as white,
Which doesn’t seem right.

With spindly legs
And clutches of eggs
She isn’t curvaceous,
But, oh my, how gracious!