Turtle Doves, what the?

Turtle doves, ' the funk are turtle doves anyway?

I want to watch them, watch them dance and play

Bird of paradise, they seem nice, starlings too

Red cardinals, pretty but angry, at me, at you

Macaws and toucans, tokens of God's creativity

Stunning in design with a curious personality

Crows and vultures, often overlooked as ugly

Carrion eating, serving a purpose, majestically

Eagles soar high, penguins waddle down low

Sparrows, robins, all kinds of tits that flow

Birds of prey, hunting all day, pigeons play

Hummingbirds hover, seagulls complain all day

Partridges, not in pear trees, that's a lie

Peacocks, grandiose, but fight, don't even try

Then there's chickens, they taste good in my belly

Quail’s eggs are great as a starter before Beef Welly

No bird soars too high if he flies with his own wings

Listen to them, they sing because they have their songs

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: A ridiculous piece I wrote stream-of-consciousness style about realising that I didn't really know what turtle doves were...

You're, like, welcome! I mean, at least I bloody well rhymed!

Here are some other word murders.