Poor little shoebill,
Mommy has no food for you,
She’s gone to get water,
Poor little shoebill left to fend with your sibling.
But when mommies back’s turned,
You peck, peck, peck at your sibling,
He is now weak and you strong.
Mommy comes back and sees what went on,
Helpless little shoebill,
Runs to mommy for comfort,Her beak filled with water,
Just enough for one.
She picks ‘poor’ little shoebill,
The stronger one.
You evil little shoebill.
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