O egret, you’re such a lovely sight
In the muddy field, you shine out bright!
Among paddy-stalks, or on buffalo-back:
Do your feathers never turn brown or black?
I regret, O egret, never learning to cope-
As you do :to repel dirt sans detergent and soap.
I watch as you preen your snowy plumage–
Then remember my laundry–
And I’m thrown into gloomage!