I saw a bird soar,
It was something more
Than any regular fellow;
Its feathers were the most yellow
Of anything I've ever seen.
How does it remain unseen
With such a yellow gleam?
Did I see it in a dream?
I stopped and stared in awe,
Not believing what I saw.
Yellow and black,
Not a beauty it lacked,
I won't forget it soon;
I haven't for many moons.