Birdcraft/Untitled-Andrew Lang
“Thus on Earth’s little ball to the birds you owe all, yet your gratitude’s small for the favours they’ve done.
And their feathers you pill, and you eat them at will, yes, you plunder and kill the bright birds one by one;
There’s a price on their head, and the Dodo is dead, and the Moa has fled from the face of the sun!”
Andrew Lang.
And their feathers you pill, and you eat them at will, yes, you plunder and kill the bright birds one by one;
There’s a price on their head, and the Dodo is dead, and the Moa has fled from the face of the sun!”
Andrew Lang.