The dodo was a flightless bird.
It saw no need to fly.
It thought it had no enemies
But never wondered why.
It lived upon an isle remote
Where species never fought.
So contemplating enemies,
Was never worth the thought.
It had a pair of feathered wings,
Kind Mother Nature’s gift,
But as their muscles had gone slack,
They’d lost their power to lift.
The dodo foraged on the ground,
And ate till it was fat
And then some hungry sailors came
And that, of course, was that.