Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this. You can’t anyway.
There once was a hawk who just couldn’t get enough lovin’ {ahem}. As he flew along, scouting for his kind of prey, he saw a lark, so he swooped down into a cloud of feathers, chirping and turbulence, and as he flew away, she said, “I’m a lark, and I’ve been sparked!”
The hawk flew on, but his urges returned. Just then he saw a dove. Swoop, feathers, cooing, turbulence…and as he flew away, the dove said, “I’m a dove, and I’ve been loved!”
These things always happen in threes, of course. Finally, the hawk spotted his third tryst du jour: a duck. Once again he swooped down, activating a large cloud of feathers, quacking, and turbulence. And as he flew away, the duck was heard to mutter…………….
Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this. You can’t anyway.
There once was a hawk who just couldn’t get enough lovin’ {ahem}. As he flew along, scouting for his kind of prey, he saw a lark, so he swooped down into a cloud of feathers, chirping and turbulence, and as he flew away, she said, “I’m a lark, and I’ve been sparked!”
The hawk flew on, but his urges returned. Just then he saw a dove. Swoop, feathers, cooing, turbulence…and as he flew away, the dove said, “I’m a dove, and I’ve been loved!”
These things always happen in threes, of course. Finally, the hawk spotted his third tryst du jour: a duck. Once again he swooped down, activating a large cloud of feathers, quacking, and turbulence. And as he flew away, the duck was heard to mutter…………….
“I’m a drake. There’s been a mistake!”