A million collect for this pink extravaganza br I have preened my virgin self br Again and again, I am in my prime br I am ready for the mating bonanza br Of the pink parade. br One thousand young heads raise high br The more I raise my head br The more pinkier I become, br The more suitors it will drum br Without the moon or roses. br The eyes must flash its signal of love br In this multitude of sameness, br Birds of a feather br We are the same but not the same, br Our call and aroma are our own. br br This male stops me dead br Entwines his neck, mmmmmm br Then gives a peck, mmmmmm I’m struck br He smells so masculine, I flutter my eyes br He gives a stare and chirps ‘We are a pair yes’ br ‘Yes yes yes, ’ I flap my wings and br I do quivering things, I feel born again. br We waste no time to claim our plot br A nest we must start to build, br For when I receive his seed of life br It carries in the core of its cell, br The genetic code of our babies br Form doth dwell. br All is sewn up in the Flamingo of love, br Love of each other br Love of the flock so broad br Love of our new born and br Most love of all to the might br OF the love of the Lord.