Happy days are gone
Lamented the Red-headed Trogon
These idiots play bird call
With those apps they install
We won’t respond, have identified the ringtone

‘Hickory Dickory dock’
Do we look like frog?
We are the camouflage masters
We venture with night stars
Dare you say Frogmouth, we surely won’t talk.

No point in calling an allopath
Chucked the Hornbill while voyaging the earth
Too much leaf canopy
Turning our feathers greasy
For a change, let’s take a sandbath

The Great Crested Grebe
Was searching for his bebe
Starting in Central Asia
Investigating Okhla to Gajaldoba
Nowhere’s the girl, he appealed in YouTu-be

Let’s hunt together, said the Drongo
We both make a great combo
You are cute and ferocious
I am alert and righteous
After all, it indeed takes two to tango