Peanut Butter Bird

I heard the peanut butter bird
Up on Wabash and Third
It spoke a sticky word

That word stuck in my ear
To stay throughout the year
It's there to stay, I fear

I ate the peanut butter fish
Found itself in my dish
Tasted like black licorice

That taste is called anise
From a Baghdad palace
Lacking any malice

The peanut butter bird and fish
Left this world with a wish
This poem is it's niche

Translator's Note: Dima has never eaten peanut butter, so his imagination runs wild with the thought of animals made of peanut butter.