At the Meadows, at the Meadows
Was a lone....little ibis
He was a White-face, a White-face...
He was a White-faced Ibis indeed.
He was foraging, he was foraging, he was foraging
He was foraging and a-foraging
At the Meadow, yes he was.
Now my ibis, my little ibis...
You are so cute indeed....
You look so close to a Glossy, yes a Glossy...you look like.
But everyone tells me, yes they tell me...
That you are a White-faced....you were and still arrrrree
A white-faced, to me-e to me-e to me.
Some folks in Cape May-ay...in Cape May-ay
Indeed, they tell me that you are a White-faced
But others saaayyeeeeee
Just maybe, may-A-A-A-be.
But I am not so anal,...so anal...so anal...
I am not...
I am willing to accept you...
For what you are...
Indeed a White-faced.
NOW........Sung in the tune of Clementine (go back and sing it...I know you want to)...and the video was shot of this White-faced Ibis on the first leg of the walk (right side to the beach), and found just near the bridge about 3/4 down the path. Everyone says...'White -faced', although there are 1-2 in the Cape May Traditional Establishment that question it. Perhaps we don't need to be so questioning of everything. If it looks like a White-faced...then perhaps, just perhaps,...we can just say it is a White-faced without having to always have a huge debate or send a team out to establish DNA conclusive results. Let's take life easy man...far out dude....cool, a white-ibis.