Curiousity

The kiwi never learned to fly
With a long beak
You might ask me why
Along the sands she wanders free
Like a pensioner yes actually
Her beak is like a walking stick
In many ways taking the mick
Out of an old man that we see
Limping along cantankerously

Testing the sands for molluscs
Who
Might be hiding as they do
Then she pounces grabs the prey
And fills her belly right away
South Island watches what she does
Clearly seemingly the buzz
On the shoreline is that she
Is rather clever actually