No More Moa
That Moa Verse is Great, Oh King,
And once again you win
Those Maori Blokes in Feathered Cloaks
Gone Done them Moas in.
They'd Hunt and Kill those great Big Chooks
And all them Moas Died
It wasn't just a Party piece
But our own Kentucky Fried !!
But I guess we've got to Understand
That in feeding Kids and Mother
Those Moa Birds made such a change
From Gobbling up each other...!!!
Poem forwarded by Bernard Vance Kyle
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