For Jane & Rafael, Greta and Oliver

There was a young doctor named Jane
Who in medicine had garnered much fame 
But her love for the Bird
Led her -- you may have heard --
To far countries, again and again.

There was a young man named Rafael
A remarkable kind of a male
For he led expeditions
And made disquisitions
On many birds (also the quail).

And now I must mention the dogs
Wire-haired Daschunds and surely no hogs!
For they made not a sound
And just scampered around
And let Jane clean their teeth with small logs (not true but couldn’t get a good rhyme here!).

Well, now let me get to the point
Ere my readers all grow out of joint
For Rafael and Jane 
Met (and not on a plane)
And their joint love for birds burst into flame.

Now I’m losing my rhythm and rhyme
Time to stop now before too much crime
Against limerick form 
Stains these pages: I’d scorn 
To write more, so I’ll stop now  -- and mime!

Wendie Shaffer, with thanks for some unforgettable days (didn’t get to see the Adaubon show in Boston, but did see a lot!!)