In London Town It was a bird of paradise Over the roofs he flew Children clapped their hands and cried:” How nice! Look- his wings are blue!” His body was of ruby red His eyes were burning gold All the grown-up people said “What a pity the creature is not dead, For then it could be sold” One was braver than the rest, He took a loaded gun Aiming at the emerald chest He shot the creature through the breast, Down it fell in the sun. It was not heavy, it was not fat And folk began to stare “We cannot eat it, that is flat! And such outlandish feathers as that Why, who could ever wear? ” They flung it in to the river brown “A pity the creature died!” Thus they said in London tow
they were celebrating
they were happy and excited
They were very sad and emotional
They were shouting at each other
They wanted to eat the bird and sell its feathers
They wanted to throw the bird into the river
They wanted to sell the bird for a huge sum
They wanted to kill the bird to save their town
The innocence of children
The wealth of the world
Peace of mind
Cruel feelings
Were kind and liked the bird just as it was
They liked the bird for its colourful feathers
Wept when the bird died
They stared at the outlandish bird in distaste
Out of land
Unusual and strange
Ordinary
Colourful
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