The Lewis’s woodpecker’s odd for its kind.
It has too many s-es and it’s all black behind.
This woodpecker doesn’t look, sound, or act like the others
He’ll chase insects and not peck when he’s given his druthers.
He peeks to inspect under branches of trees
And then hangs upside down to look under the leaves.
His calls are not like Woody Woodpecker’s twitter
They more resemble ET’s phone-home transmitter.
There’s a dingy white ring about where his neck should be
And pink on the front that’s not very woodpeckery.
He has red on his face like a bunch of dead roses
And black on his head but just not like a crow’s is.
Instead there’s a sheen that is green when you spot it.
(Good luck with that. Please write when you’ve got it.)
So what if Lewis thought it a bird-nerd sensation?
But Clark more sensibly sensed consternation.
So he let poor Lewis send the sketch and remarks.
Knowing otherwise the woodpecker might now be “Clark’s.”
