Oh, how bold of you,
How bold of you to come out from your luxury nest.
How bold of you to be strutting your glitterful feathers,
down the aisle near the polluted lake.  
How bold of you to be tricking people,
with the exotic sounds from your beak,
and your hypnotic patterns on your feather coat.

In fact, your boldness eludes me to be thinking,
What is boldness?
To be this critic thinking, I must not.
As to this bold creature.
Let it be known to 'it' by 'it'self,
that one day,
that boldness will fade away.