Flights of Fancy

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The Dodo by Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

The Dodo used to walk around,
And take the sun and air.
The sun yet warms his native ground —
The Dodo is not there!
The voice which used to squawk and squeak
Is now forever dumb —
Yet may you see his bones and beak
All in the Mu-se-um.

“We have to recognise that our impact is game-changing on this planet, that we are all responsible, and that we have to become stewards of nature – as a part of it, rather than behaving like children rampaging through a sweet shop,” Mark Williams, University of Leicester.

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