Association for Behavior Analysis International

Though not a bird, I live in trees,

And use my hands with agile ease.

I’m round and big and love a splash,

In muddy water I make a dash.

I walk in silence despite my weight,

With ancient grace and memory great.

I’m black and white and love to chew,

On bamboo stalks the whole day through.

I carry my house upon my back,

I’m slow but steady on the track.

My breast is red, my song is clear,

You’ll often hear me when spring is near.

In wetlands deep, I stalk with care,

My beak is sharp, my legs are bare.

My neck’s so long, I see the sky,

I nibble leaves from branches high.

Where pages turn and titles gleam,

This spot is a reader’s dream.

Where futures form and resumes shine,

Opportunity waits in a hopeful line.

Ideas on paper, pinned with care,

Displayed with pride in the southern air.

Innovation lives along this line,

Just head north where thinkers shine.

Strike a pose and show your smile,

This space has style all the while.

Not quite fabric, not quite stone

This airy dome stands on its own.

Support and science meet right here,

Where giving back brings us cheer.

Find the booth with this squiggly star,

You won’t need an apple to spot it from afar!