A kiwi on clogs

A kiwi on clogs
by marja blom

A kiwi went to a psychologist one day

Kia Ora, the man said can I help you in any way

The kiwi dropped a tear and looked very sad

I hope so, he sighted because I feel very bad

I come only out at night because I am very shy

I'm supposed to be a bird but I cannot fly

But look at the bright side the man said, you see

If you could fly you could crash into a tree

I guess so but there is more to tell you the truth

When they talk about a kiwi they mean a human or a fruit

When I would stand out, I wouldn’t be shy, I wouldn’t weep

The psychologist went quiet and thought long and deep

Eureka, he said I can make you special as such

Because that’s what I am I am not a kiwi I am Dutch

Now put on these warm woollen kiwi socks

Then step into my shoes. Now you’re a kiwi on clogs

The kiwi went clickety clock with a smile on his beak

He got lots of attention the following week

Even better he is on the front page of the Press

A kiwi on clogs has been seen, it says