I used the tweet pictured below, which gave the words for the sounds certain birds make.
Herewith, my poem:
Oh, Dr. Seuss, you silly goose,
you loved to glacitate.
You wrote that owls go hoo hoo hoo.
In truth, they cucubate.
Your nonsense rhymes, those made-up words,
a lazy way to write.
So many real words just as fun,
and downright erudite.
A rooster doesn’t “cock-a-doodle do”
when he cucuriates.
And the hen’s response might well be “cluck,”
but — to rhyme — she glocidates.
Toward “wockets in pockets” I hold no grudge,
but to my ear, it grates;
like the striddly stry of a peacock’s cry
when it so poopity pupillates.