everything except himself

Oh, it's the darndest thing
To see that thing take wing.
It trips and it falls
And it kind of crawls,
But, when it finally reaches the sky
And you catch the look in its eye,
You'd think it thought it were a king or something. 

It's something else, really.
You know, if it were me,
I'd stick to watching the ground from the sky,
Somewhere way up high,
Instead of treading on unknown territory
And proving that life and fate and gravity are all still dejectory to your planned trajectory.
If you can't believe that,
Just watch Earth's laws lay this dumb bird down flat.

You'd almost think he didn't know he was a bird,
The way he always acts so absurd.
You'd think he'd have learned to be graceful,
At least how to hide it, no matter how awful,
But, you know, he's awfully cheeful,
Dragging mouth after mouth and claw after claw full.
Never mind that he never makes it very far,
He's his own personal Caesar. 

Look, now he's trying to cross that river!
Well, he's floating or gliding, maybe either,
And probably drowning a bit.
And, you'll all qip,
"Really, in a river, he shouldn't have carried so much,"
But he's extinct now, anyhow.