The giant birds without a smirk
My mental closet is where they lurk
Weighing more than a full grown rottie
Tormenting me with his gargantuan body
Their talon like claws could rip through my chest
I honestly hate all those who jest
They hide in the sand, and make my blood clot
The fear of these demons will dig up my plot
Their forever bald heads are those of a corpse
If I ever met one I'd show no remorse
Their giraffe like necks could go round a tree
If they can do that, they could surely crush me
Their tempers so evil, you'd think that they're rabid
But I assure you good people, that ill temper's rapid
Now I just may go to Vancouver isle
And I assure you, not to see my friends smile
I'd do it to get away from the ostriches
In a desperate hope, that they cannot cross-bridges
