A "Poem" I rattled off in about one minute.

O winged bird that floats on air
How the hell'd you get up dere?
Did God Himself make them wings
'Cause God can do most anything.

Did God also make your beak,
If so, you like just like a freak.
And lo bird look at dem feet,
They're all just bone with no real meat.

And why do you eat slimy worms,
Can't you see how they slither & Squirm?
Who the hell could eat dem things,
Except an idiot with God-made wings?