We know it's a feather made from stone
And so it doesn't faze us.
But if we were little green men from Mars
I think it might amaze us!
In a million million years (or more)
When 'creatures' view our planet,
They'll scratch their metal heads and say
'That can't be a feather! Can it?
We've found evidence of feathers
In pictures of small birds,
But this huge feathered object
Is too startling for words!'
They'll recreate the creature
That they think that they have found,
And the little metal people
Will gawp and stand around,
Saying 'Isn't it gigantic!
What a world it must have been
In the days when birds were big as that!'
They'll recreate a scene
In which birds are flying overhead
As big as jumbo jets.
And cages big as hangars
Are built for feathered pets.
They'll write long screeds about them,
Their weight, their food, their height
And they'll never, never, never know
That they haven't got it right!