A Tale My Father Told Me (or, be thankful as things could be much worse)

You used to tell an old story
About the older lady
That a bird pooped on, from above
It may have been a sparrow or a dove,
Yet she complained all day long
That a bird pooping on people was very wrong
And you said (I remember well)–
That life could have been a living hell,
The lady was lucky (you said) –
That it is birds that fly
Up above and high in the sky,
The situation would have been much worse
A blessing would become a curse
If instead of birds flying high
We had cows flying and pooping from the sky
xox
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