In the end five creatures cycled around the sky,
In the sky there were bird-animals ready to drop
On unsuspecting prey.
It was to make an example of them,
Opening the books of freedom, and freeing them.
A sure fine custom of tasting the very best of those on land,
Wrecks found at last stayed on the ground
And were caught with talons
And hauled through the air like dinner was!
The end was for them, the beginning of a treat
For the bird-animals.
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