In the place you call home, in the lands you were born,
It was there since forever and forever shall roam
And so it shall do on an isle far removed,
Where the groups are specific and the theory’s been proved
Yellow throughout — no black-yellow stripes —
it still it looks the same, a refreshing sight in this wonderful game
With a twitch of its wings and abdominal shakes,
It narrates without effort evolutionary tales
As swiftly as it came, by the force of the wind,
It swiftly departs by the thrust of its wings