Which bird? That one over there? All birds in view? All barn swallows? All birds everywhere?
My hand gestures didn’t translates through this medium. I, like future generations, communicate by a series of grunts and pointing.
The boid is on the wing,
But that’s absoid
The wing is on the boid.
How I learned it (I memorized a lot of poetry as a child, both serious and light-hearted):
Spring, Spring, beautiful Spring
All the birds are on the wing.
My, my, how absurd
I thought the wings were on the bird.
What do all barns swallow?
I think I remember seeing it as da boid and dat’s absoid but I can’t be sure
It is one of the few poems I can recall apart from odd snatches (I was forced to learn Kubla Khan at school, the forcing kind of set me against poetry, which I regret now).
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