| Though my gray beginnings are not so pretty, I grow quite well into my beauty. Alabaster white or black as night, My grace is known world wide. I may make my home in the chilly Arctic, I’m also known well down under, From North America to South America I may be known to trumpet. As a female I may Pen my name, While the males may prefer to pick at a Cob. But near or far my beauty is known by lore and by myth. |
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