Tape dancing flamingos fly across the sky
one stays
Wings flapping but nothing happened
Stuck across the Havana sun
Hippos amarg from the water as if nothing happens
Red orange blue pink red
This flamingo will never see the sky like all of her lovely sister have
Feathers picked from the skin as if poachers have attack
But thought ingares were done by them self
Flamingo will never see the top of the trees as her lovely brothers have
So she plays in the water pertaining she is fine with that
Flamingo will never dance as graceful as her friends
She will stay until the sunrise ends