What are you looking at, goose? Never seen a duck on a stick?

What are you looking at, goose? Never seen a duck on a stick?
TGIF and happy hour here I come. But no jello shots this week.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? (A. Einstein)
Mommy, when wil daddy be home with dinner? I’m hungry.
Never mind those red-bellied birds, I am the best looking woodpecker in this wetland. And I sing
Tower, this is Egret 203, would you please get that Anhinga off the runway, I need to land.
To borrow the last words of my favorite poet, Allen Ginsberg, “Toodle-oo.”
Hey, shadow, you’re supposed to be behind me. You know that right?
Hey Rodin, sculpt this!
What can I tell you, the chicks love a Mohawk. And a singer to boot.