Nest Site Poem by Ima Ryma

Mom Duck was flying through the air,
And could see Dad Duck down below,
Puddling in a parking lot there,
Splashing back and forth, to and fro.
Mom Duck did sigh and down she flew,
Listening to Dad Duck quack that
This was a perfect spot to do
Their needed nesting habitat.
Dad Duck said human traffic would
Provide a lot of food and stuff.
Human littering would be good.
Replied Mom Duck, 'You've quacked enough.'

'Sometimes you drive me crazy, dear.'
'No way we're parking the nest here.'