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 Indeed 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.
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