From one of my own songs, "The Puffin is a Funny Bird"

He takes off at a mighty run and flaps like mad to get airborne
So when he crashes back on land, he looks a little care-worn.

And later (referring to his diet of sand-eels):

Six,seven, eight, nine, ten or more, his beak is heavy laden,
It's even harder now to fly, when he is just so weighed-down.

And a newer song:

When I took them to market, 'twas just for a lark, it

And

I would dine like a princess
On best topside mince - yes

All done deliberately to provoke groans, of course!