the egret

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!

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