Birds Of A Feather

Jack Daw gathered glittering rings of gold I was told,
his incursions were brave and nothing less than bold;
the mynah bird was not important and answered back,
he looked at the gold - 'I can see you're alright Jack,'

The thrush bemoaned the fact that she had a complaint,
because she'd often slept around and never been a saint;
the rhea had a bout of diarrhea, things got out of hand,
what did you expect if you'd kept your head in the sand.

The emu was asked if he could copulate in a queue,
there were limits to endurance and said: 'No can do,' 
peacock had a gender problem, put feathers in a fan,
'Listen you cuckoos, it's not my fault that I'm a 'tran.'

Great crested grebe had hangover going on a 'bender,'
the others said: 'Dodo - you must have a hdden agenda.'