*I think that I shall never see
A more eccentric soul than she
Her given name is Winnifred
And all she eats are scraps of bread
She'll hiss at those who try to help
She only clothes herself in kelp
She worships flying things all day
*And lifts her leafy arms to pray
She's not much on hygiene care
*A nest of robins in her hair
She doesn't say too many words
She's happiest to live with birds
* Poems are made by fools like me
A silly fool who writes poetry
One more thing to share with you
I think that shes a Kook-atoo
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