The birds that flew East All have heard tale Of the birds so frail That as it blew, the strong gale They would fly to the west And set up home, set up nest But there was a breed, as so few That would leave the pack and fly a new To the east, for its heat lovely jungle nature and fine meat As no one knew why Through the sky they would fly To the East As for them, there was no feast But on they would go On a long journey so slow To unknown lands With palm trees and white old sands But through storms they would strive Knowing they would arrive At last but not least As they were the birds who flew East -- JJ Miller --