"It was simply rotten luck that the little ostrich chick

was born inside and eggshell that was just a bit too thick.

By the time he pecked his way out into broad daylight,

Everyone had gone. There was not a single soul in sight.

His mother had been frightened by a distant lion's roar

And departed with two other chicks just the night before.

'Whatever is to become of me?' the chick began to wonder,

When all at once there came a rumble, sounding just like thunder."