Fifteen of the third, people are dying to be heard!

People yell,
people shout.
People are running,
to let it all out.

We do just circles,
round about our land.
Checking things out,
like only swans can.

If look and we like you,
we'll give you a coo.
But If we honk,
please shoo shoo shoo.

Life got much simpler,
since our eggs have hatched.
We now walk around,
with the whole family intact.

There more eggs awaiting,
there's never enough spares.
For were swans that are great,
comparing the humans despairs.

We value our webs,
both in and out.
There's only three toes,
and were left with no doubt.