Flamingo is the oldest of the creatures at the zoo.
He’s lived for many decades, and he seems quite happy too.
So he’s the perfect creature who you’d go to for advice
on how to grow old gracefully and live a life that’s nice.
I visited, on Monday, his enclosure at the zoo.
I waded in and asked him, “what are things I ought to do?”
He didn’t make a sound but there was hardly any need.
His actions spoke quite loudly there amongst the water weed
He showed me very clearly what’s the perfect way to be:
stand quietly, in water, on one foot preferably.