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.