Once upon a tern three birds went into a pub.
Said the landlord, Godwit you three, pelican I help you?
Are you raven mad? they crowed, Of course you toucan, a nightjar of your finest!
Wren they were served they were swift to reach out. Suddenly sniped the landlord: Hoopoe do you think you are, pay the bill before you swallow, or you’ll egret it!
Puffin out their cheeks they craned their heads this way and that and tried to stork the stork but the landlord began to owl: Stop swanning about, you bustards, or flamingo away before I skua you all!
They groused but they had to empty their pochards for change, eider that or duck.
Then, Cuckoo, said one, this ain’t half bad, what a lark!
You know, you’re twite, said the second, I’m really choughed!
Think gull avocet, quailed the third, I woodpecker another, let’s have some moorhen! Ptarmigan, landlord!
After they’d wrynecked their pints, Good heavens a dove, came a shrike, Look at the time! Good nightingale, we must pipit! And off they flew.
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