It seemed that I was out of luck
The day that I found I was stuck
Upon an island without much to eat,
I looked about to see what I
Could find to eat so not to die
And found a bird and killed it for its meat.
How was I supposed to know
It was the last of the Dodo
When I was so desperate to dine?
And so became the ugly fate
Of the species on my plate
It was the end of all creatures didine.
By Kerin Gedge
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