There is something quite silly I’ve found.
I’ll try right here to explain.
Not all female or mother animals,
Are called by the same name.
The males and the babies
Have different names, too.
I don’t know whose job
Making up names was to do.
My mom is called a lady,
My dad is called a man,
I’m called a little kid,
And I’ll tell you what I can.
Human females are called “women”
And males are called “men”.
But, a male turkey is a “tom”,
And a female is a “hen”.
Whether in a romp of otter,
Or in an audience of squid,
All groups of animals have
Males and females and kids.
Calves and cows and bulls,
Could be in a herd of moose or buffalo,
Or bank of Komodo Dragons,
Or tower of giraffes, you know.
They could be in a drove of ox,
Or herd of gazelle or gnu,
Or herd of yak or gang of elk,
Or memory of elephants, too,
Or pod of walrus or crash of rhinos,
Or caravan of camels in the sand,
Or pod of porpoise, dolphins or whales,
Thunder of hippos or flamingo chicks in a
stand.
Well, my dad is not a gander.
My mom is not a goose.
And I am not a gosling,
In a gaggle on the loose.
My mom is not a ewe.
Dad is not a ram.
We are not sheep in a mob, drove or flock,
And I am not a lamb.
Babies may be owlets or shrewlets,
Snakelets, toadlets or froglets,
Ostrich or dinosaur hatchlings,
Or wormlets, eaglets or hoglets.
We could be in a barrel of monkeys,
Or in a mischief of mice,
Or a waddle of penguins,
Or flutter of butterflies.
We could be a family of sardines or
beavers,
Cabinet of wren or a jellyfish smack,
Or a colony of weasels or frogs,
Or jackals or wolves in a pack.
and more…