The flamingo is the oldest of the creatures at the zoo.
He’s lived for many, many years
and seems quite happy too.
So he’s the perfect animal to go to for advice
on how to live a life that’s long
and also one that’s nice.
I went to see him yesterday at his pond in the zoo.
I waded in and asked that bird
just what I ought to do.
He didn’t say a single thing, there really was no need,
his actions spoke as loud as words
right there amongst the weed.
He showed me clearly in that pond the perfect way to be:
stand silently on just one foot,