Mourn the Mastodon
I mourn for thee, O! Mastodons,
The museum has a heap of bones
The curator with a clear diction
Tells visitors of your extinction…
Tell me one thing O! Mastodon
Who will mourn us when we are gone?
In some nuclear holocaust
No bones left after the blast!
G. E. Gorfu.
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