Collective Consciousness In Couplets
You can have a shrewdness of apes or a passel of hogs,
A cete of badgers or a kennel of dogs.
How ‘bout a gang of elk or a colony of bats,
A rafter of turkeys or a horde of gnats?
There is a business of ferrets or a pace of ass
A span of mules and a kindle of cats.
A sounder of boars or a yoke of oxen,
If you have a skulk, it’s a grouping of foxes.
Meerkats and ‘roos are grouped in a mob
There’s a knot of toads and an army of frogs.
It’s a sleuth of bears and a murder of crows.
How much farther do you think I’ll go?
Clams and oysters are found in a bed,
Find a confusion of weasels, but not in your head.
When birds fly together it’s called a flight,
But a brace if you’ve killed them for supper tonight.
Geese, when they’re flying, are grouped in a skein;
On the ground it’s a gaggle, now ain’t that a pain?
Hawks are in kettles when they’re flying right
But they’re a boil if they start to spiral in flight.
Herons and cranes both gather in a sedge,
Swans walking: a bevy, in flight they’re a wedge.
Eagles in a group are a convocation
And larks sing together in an exultation.
It’s a parliament of owls and a committee of vultures.
A pandemonium of parrots could stir up our culture.
A group of rhinos is called a crash,
If you have a tower, it’s a group of giraffes.
You’ll find hyenas in cackles, lions in prides
Leopards in leaps, you can run, but not hide!
Be careful, when swimming, of a jellyfish smack,
And also watch out for a crocodile bask.
Hippopotami come together in a bloat,
You could have either a tribe or trip of goats.
A streak of tigers, a labor of moles,
A warren of rabbits, blue jays in a scold.
Squirrels gather in drays, or sometime a scurry,
Just keep on reading, what the heck is your hurry?
It’s a covey of partridge and a bevy of quail,
A congregation of plovers and a pod of whales.
A flamboyance of flamingoes, an array of eels,
A coalition of cheetahs would sure make me squeal.
I could continue ‘til you’re ready to stomp,
Did you know that otters collect in a romp?
Peafowl live in a pulchritude,
Don’t leave now, that would be rude!
It’s a barrel of monkeys, and that ain’t no joke.
A rhumba of rattlesnakes should not be provoked.
You have buzzards in wakes and turtles in turns,
A cover of coots and a sedge of bitterns.
I suppose I can stop now, if you really insist,
Even though I’m not near to the end of my list.
A couple of websites helped me with this:
Purlgirl, The Dog Hause and the USGS.