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Flamenco by flamingos starts;
     They neatly move and flirt
With heads erect towards the sun,
     Pink plumage in their skirts.

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So many heads now twist and turn.
     They glide with bills held high.
It’s such a truly dazzling show
     Beneath the sapphire sky.

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Then backwards, forwards, side to side,
     Their heads in rhythm move.
Why do you think they do these things?
     Whatever must they prove?

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Out go their wings, in wing salute –
     Bright colours on display.
And who do you think appreciates
     Their feathers so arrayed?

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They toss their heads across their backs,
     In a gracious head twist-preen.
The sensuous movements of these birds
      Is something to be seen.

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Out goes one wing and leg as well –
     Then one last scene: just wait!
The group reforms and marching starts
     In tempo - necks held straight.

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They dance in rhythm, step by step -
     Their teamwork’s truly great –
And this performance is put on
     To charm a watching mate.

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