Never oh never have I heard the cry

Of an eagle soaring high

Nor have I ever heard

The song of so many forgotten birds

The Lynx, the wolf, and the bear

You didn't give us much reason to fear

Yet onwards we slaughtered

Telling our sons and daughters

That monsters once ruled this land

Enormous beasts and massive wingspans

From fen to forest to mountain tall

You once roamed every inch of them all

But because of our greed disguised by hate

And our incessant need to cremate

We left you dead in a ditch with no feathers to fly

Or stuffed in a 'gallery', old hide, fake eyes

Yet, the monsters they're still here

And surprise surprise they have the government's ear

But if we speak up now loud and clear

Maybe they'll hear us before the end is too near

And of the monsters, where will they go?

Perhaps somewhere they're wanted i.e. down below