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They said to me, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!" |
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as I was trying to watch the birdie on a log while also |
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looking at a bird in the hand, |
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but wishing for the two in the bush I saw. |
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I knew that with a good throw I could kill two birds with one stone if they were close together (although I'd never want to do that!). |
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But I didn't worry because as birds of a feather flock together |
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and as most birds don't fly by night, they would be there tomorrow. |
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I realized that there may be a few lucky ducks that had |
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flown the coup and got away, so my advice is always this: |
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Don't count your chickens before they have hatched. |
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You may have to be satisfied with a bunch of lame ducks, |
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oh, and don't mention that they birds have flown, |
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but then again, the early bird catches the worm. |
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So always keep your pecker up, I say.
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But if you get up with the birds, don't go out
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naked as a jay bird like this one.
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People will think you're as silly as a goose,
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or a bit of a bird brain, and this may hang |
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around your neck like an albatross.
(We had a neck photo, but no albatross!) |
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If it does hang there, it could even be your swan song.
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If you get up with the lark, high up indeed, |
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you could end up with something to crow about, |
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and be able to walk around, proud as a peacock.
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Remember, if you can throw a few stones, you could have a chicken in every pot
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and if they birds are young like a spring chicken |
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(although they are scarcer than hen's teeth) |
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everyone would say that you're as wise as an owl |
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and you know how to feather your own nest |
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With my advice, they won't be saying things like "you're cuckoo"
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or that you run around like a chicken with its head cut off. |
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So, don't be a stool pigeon, keep your little secret |
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and never stick your neck in the sand. |
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Always come up with some story,so you don't have to eat crow! |
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Let them know that now you don't have to eat like a bird. |
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That you're not bothered if you eat the only bird in a gilded cage.
(OK - this isn't really a gilded cage, but you get the idea!) |
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Also, that you don't know which came first: the chicken or the egg. |
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Be proud! Tell them you don't give a hoot about the |
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'why did the chicken cross the road' thing. (It probably just want to know where the geese were going!) |
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After all, that's for the birds! |
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They may say you're as silly as a loon.
(You're right! That's not a real loon!) |
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But you you, as the crow flies, it sees everything |
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with a bird's-eye view |
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and knows that I'm not as bald as a coot, so there! |
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We hope you enjoyed our crazy little tale! |
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