The Ostrich always seems to try
If he can peck you in the eye
.And if he can't succeed in that,
He gives a kick and knocks you flat.
And when he's rolled you in the mud,
He eats your flesh and laps your blood.
About this bird there's one good thing,-
He never hits you with his wing.
And he is very easily pleased
When once his appetite's appeased.
(This original accompanying poem, pertaining to the image, will be included with your print. Firstly, a copy neatly pasted to the rear of the backing board, and a copy as a separate sheet for your reference.)
