Flamingos flocking to one pond A gathering of love and grace they are all fond Of each other immediately, at first sight they know that the march ended and the cat has released them from its paw No more birdy bird snatch, pack, stack They will soar on high clouds all through summer they will know no lack nor fear, not until winter The sun bathes lakes and water evaporates An unseen swish and the flamingos co-operate They soar on wings all through summer and they cause the biggest take-over