I only wrote half of this.

There once was an ostrich, his neck was so long,
and even though he lived in a zoo, he was oh-so strong.
His name was Ollie, but his name was his folly-
he didn't know from where it came!
His mom and dad just didn't have fame.
Ollie lived in the zoo from the time he was two,
without his mommy and daddy. Which
ostrich parents were his? He just didn't know who.
So Ollie wanted a quest. A quest to find his
mom and dad, and he would do his best.

On one dark night, the moon tucked
in to its blanket of cloud, Ollie slipped
out of his cage, over a high wall he flipped.
An easy feat for an ostrich so strong!
He jumped so high he dodged the fence,
and the alarm stayed asleep, it didn't sing its song.
Ollie went from cage to cage to find his mom and dad,
but so far the search was going bad.
A great lion heard him walk,
beckoned him over to talk.
The king of beasts said Ollie was out of luck,
that all the parents had been taken away in a truck.
What would Ollie do? He just didn't have a clue!

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