There’s a cloud on the distant horizon,
A sign of the passing of bison,
And along with the herd comes the buffalo bird,
It’s the buffalo this bird relies on.
You may well have heard that the buffalo bird
Follows the herd in its tracks,
Dodging the splats of the buffalo pats
And hopping along furry backs.
It’s how the bird eats, looking for treats
In the fur of this great hairy beast,
And while on the ground it will hop all around
For the bugs in the pats – a great feast!
It isn’t so strange that out on the range
The food chain is bottom to beak,
With a peck at a hide as a little aside –
It’s not something we humans would seek!