You won't see my colours flash upon your eyes no more
Not seen since 1927, I will soon be just folklore
The grassy woodlands of eastern Australia were my home
I lived in pairs or small family groups, alone did i not roam
Making my nest in a hollowed out termite mound, often near the ground
Feeding on grass seeds which were plentiful to be found
I was coloured more extraordinarily than another of my parrot kin
Turquoise, aqua, scarlet, black and brown, unlike mundane human skin
Beautifully formed my tail was almost the size of my body
That I am now extinct should not have been my plight, it is alas a tragedy
Despite being rapid and undulating in my flight through the air
I preferred to spend all my time on the ground close to my lair
Why I did so suddenly decline remains the subject of much speculation
Drought, overgrazing, land clearing, fire regimes, egg hunters and others predation
It saddens me that you will not again be so fortunate so as to me to see
I like my name am safe now in a heavenly paradise happy and full of glee
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