Cara Cara
A stately bird the first impression
When you see him standing there
Until his job becomes apparent
With vultures everywhere
He helps dispose of the dead
And does not waste his time
From a place overhead
While the others below all dine
He feeds with the scavengers
With his little crest up high
His work with them he can’t forget
Though many time’s he’s tried
He returns to his peaceful place
When a carcass is all done
Where he perches in a little mesquite
And does some basking in the sun