“I Caught Bird Flu (Though I Don’t Even Fly)”
“I Caught Bird Flu (Though I Don’t Even Fly)”
I caught bird flu—oh what a surprise!
I don’t have feathers, nor wings in the skies.
I don’t peck at seeds or perch in a tree,
Yet somehow that flu came flapping at me.
No chirp in my throat, no squawk in my song,
No urge to migrate or flap all day long.
No nest made of twigs, no eggs in a clutch—
Still, bird flu found me and gave me a touch.
My sneeze went cuckoo, my cough went coo-coo,
My nose turned beaky—what could I do?
I dreamed of breadcrumbs and waddled in place,
With a pigeon’s pout all over my face.
I tried not to panic, I tried not to cluck,
But then I laid eggs (which was frankly bad luck).
The doctor just blinked and said with a frown,
“You’re grounded for now—don’t try flying down!”
So here I remain, a grounded young guy,
With a blanket, hot soup, and a gleam in my eye.
I caught bird flu, and I still don’t know why—
I don’t even fly! I don’t even fly!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 