Dodos

Dodos are things with small stubby wings,
Which don't work too well for flying.
When danger surrounded,
The Dodos just floundered,
And most of them ended up dying.

Dodo numbers were waning, the few left remaining,
Said, "Now is the time to take action!
To take to the skies,
And avoid our demise,
We have to invent a contraption."

"What we need are wings, not these little things",
Said one of the still-alive Dodos,
"Something of size,
So up we can rise,
Like brilliant, feathered torpedoes.

Work began fast, on wings which at last,
Would keep all the Dodos from harm,
And when they were done,
They all had some fun,
Flying around in a swarm.

Now they are shy, they hide in the sky,
And some people think they're extinct,
But that's just a theory,
And incorrect really,
They just don't care what we think.