The trees are resonating

to the sounds of the sweet voiced

little dinosaurs,

the most earnest of them calling

I am here

I am here

I am here

into the twilight of the caldera,

convincing the credulous apes

that the song is for

them,

that its delicate urgency

is for their benefit,

and that the airy songsters

have no darker purpose

but to convince the apes

that the world is meant

for apish ears alone.