I'm Mr. Redbilled hornbill who
Is out on a food pick up chore
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
In helping out my Missus more.
She's gone inside of a tree hole
With just a small opening that
Is ways and means to pass food goal
In her maternal habitat.
Hopefully will hatch eggs she's laid,
And we will be a Mom and Dad
As a new family be made.
I'm feeling lonesome but am glad.
So I be getting food, I be.
The Missus is waiting on me.
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