Bird-breath
Pharyngula: Dinosaur Lungs
Somewhere
Over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow;
Why then, oh why can't I?
Somewhere
Inside the ribcage
Birds are weird;
They have lungs fed by air sacs
Through which each breath is steered.
Each time I breathe my lungs inflate
Then sigh back to their empty state,
Et cetera,
But birdies' lungs are really neat:
The air goes down a one-way street
To work more betterer!
Somehow
Slick respiration
Helps birds fly;
All my beeswax and feathers
May never touch the sky.
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh why can't I?
Somewhere
Over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow;
Why then, oh why can't I?
Somewhere
Inside the ribcage
Birds are weird;
They have lungs fed by air sacs
Through which each breath is steered.
Each time I breathe my lungs inflate
Then sigh back to their empty state,
Et cetera,
But birdies' lungs are really neat:
The air goes down a one-way street
To work more betterer!
Somehow
Slick respiration
Helps birds fly;
All my beeswax and feathers
May never touch the sky.
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh why can't I?
posted by Phunicular at 8:25 AM
2 Comments:
Birds fly, may be, beyond the rainbow,
If happy or blue - I shant never know,
Oh! Blind, mindless evolution,
My eyes see not your solution.
Have you ever seen a KINGBIRD chase a hawk these little birds are absolutly fearless
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