No rocket in the weightlessness of space,
Can rival their efficiency and grace.
As over valleys, plains, and hills they fly
The cloud embracing currents of the sky.
They scour every crevice, cleft and hole,
Devouring pests no poison can control.
The balance countless wild ecologies,
And scatter showers of music through the trees.
And yet our most derogatory words,
Describing things worthless are:
“For the birds”.