Ducks

They fly in perfect formation,
Elegance ensues as they harmonise,
Through the rain, hail and snow they fly,
Breaking ranks for no element,
Only shifting places when injury or illness
Befalls a member of the flying V.
Vision unimpaired by man’s machines,
Their air polluted all the same,
Yet still, they fly together.
And even when war breaks out amongst the masses,
Ducks fly together,
And when death strikes at the wrong time,
Ducks fly together,
And when it’s all said and done,
When the war is lost or won,
Ducks fly together,
Ignorant to our species’ deficiencies.

(the Mighty Ducks inspired this - three movies for a fiver in Tescos is never a bad deal).