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Woohoo birds
Flocks and herds
Define a shape
And then escape

Across the sky
This shape would fly
Change its aspects
As a new leader accepts

I wish my group,
Could choose to swoop
My clan, my peeps, my crowd
Together could be half as proud

As that soaring mass of fowl
Would we scream, or could we howl
At that open cyan sky
As they open their throats and together cry

Hurray and Woohoo
Together we do
Great things of great beauty
Feel joy is our duty

Though not among those far-off clouds
I was and am so very proud
Of the us all so together
My birds and friends of a feather