Wednesday, 4 June 2008

There was a time the Dodo flew

There was a time the Dodo flew
Upon the sky's of golden blue
Until he found an island true
That no one else had ever knew

But then he sat upon the ground
And found no harm would come around
Then evolution stole his wings
So he just sat and tried to sing

He grew fat and fearlessly bold
For a bird with feathers of gold
Now the Dodos, gone forever
No more golden songs or feathers

Could such a thing happen to us?
Just disappear through fear and lust
Will we become pygmies again?
If we never stand up as men.

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