The Ugly vulture flaps and hops,
Pecks at scraps and walks and stops,
Flies to a tree and looks around
For rotting rubbish on the ground.
He likes dead things and he pecks them clean
He's horribly ugly, dull and mean
Hunchy shoulders, old bold head,
He'd like me better if I were dead!
But look at him in the high blue sky
Round and round you see him fly.
Higher and higher he turns and swings,
Climbing the air with unmoving wings.
Vulture is a big bird that lives in the bush especially in the desert were there is many dead animals.
