Bird of Prey

There was a goose
who was really loose
she left her gander,
for the rooster was grander
the rooster was a show;
she was eyeing the crow
who looked sharp all in black
but behind the crow's back
the goose liked the duck,
who was down on his luck
then she fell in love
with the sweet little dove
although he can sing,
it is all just a fling
she'll leave the nest
like she did to the rest
'cause birds of her feather
don't flock together