Hummingbird Hawk MothChipping & whipping from blossom to blossom
Constantly dipping, the nectar to sip.
Little brown moth with your whirring wing beat
Humming and hovering you hang on the air.
Wings all ablur, your proboscus you dip
Riding the breeze with never a care.
Regular as clockwork, every two hours
To take your refreshment from nectar filled flowers.
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