Perched here you see the Cardinalamp

Of all the bright birds, he's the champ

Doesn't need cords or batteries

Or even solar energy

Just give his chain-like tail a pull

And he will make the sun seem dull

His open beak gives out a light

To make the dark of space look bright!

Proud and bright, he's far from mellow

He's more of a lively fellow

Sleeps all day and then, at night,

He opens his beak and shines a light

So brightly that the moon so high

Takes back her light in shame and sighs.

He has a lampshade on his back

But it does naught to cut us slack

I've tried to move it to his nose

But once he sees me, up he goes

His light wakes us from nighttime nap

The Cardinalamp, that prideful chap.