Me and my ostrich, my ostrich and I.
I just can’t WAIT till he learns how to fly.

We’ll soar through America, North, South, and West.
(“If there is a such thing”, says my Ma, who knows best.)
Then we’ll fly o’er to Egypt, where a great king lie.
King Tutankhamun, to the place where he died.

Then to China we’ll go, to see the Great Wall!
So big and so strong, so great and so tall.
Then we’ll fly to India, to feed all the poor,
And then back to America we shall soar.

We’ll land with a oomph! and a thunk! then a thud!
Then, full of longing, I plop down in the mud.
I put my head in my hands and with a great sigh,
“I just can’t WAIT till he learns how to fly.”