KILLDEER 
“I could win that race, I have no fear: 
But you know the habits of a Killdeer, 
I always pretended that I was lame 
So to go in the race would ruin my name. 
“I look for a hole in the ground to nest, 
Which is seldom found by any of the rest. 
I lay four eggs with the pointed end down 
That’s why I prefer to nest in the ground. 
“I have already told you my very own name; 
But not my object in appearing so lame 
I’m quite sure with me you will agree 
That by pretending to be lame I get sympathy. 
“As for me, I don’t think I will wrinkle my face, 
To wear my sweet little life out running a race, 
You see I am doubting and can’t see the joke, 
Of getting so dusty that I’m ready to choke. 
“Now, good birdie, just take my advice for this once, 
Don’t run in the race and act like a dunce. 
1 intend to be there, to see all the fun, 
But have no desire to be among those who run.” 
26 
