Why extinct Dodos feel the blues – a Dodo Lament

My human medium keeps reading these frustrating articles and even scientific articles about the decline of so many fellow species on planet Earth. Just recently, some science guys including @IUCNscience published their recent red list analysis saying that humans keep on “overexploiting” biodiversity and destroying habitats. Well – whom do you tell – this happened to my (with love from you) about 400 years ago on Mauritius, including the introduction of some rats, pigs and goats to eat my food and eggs… 

Conservation biologists keep on publishing papers about it, but rarely have an impact – following a well known quote of human neo-liberal times: It’s not the natural science knowledge that makes the difference, it’s the economy, stupid (see also the recent post in conservationbytes). In the end it’s about changing human behaviour, not about whether you may know the population behaviour of a few of my fellow endangered friends better. Sorry – conservation scientists often tend to be late for action. Human greed is always faster.

You see, your dear Dodo is easily depressed again when writing too long texts, so somehow, I am again in a blue mode… Blues music is really THE music for the way nature might feel about humans. If glaciers could feel, they would feel blue from melting right now (well, their ice is shiny blue sometimes anyway…).

So here is my dodo lament, in blues format (inspired by a piece of human blues, I admit), updated with some more recent insights of a dodo looking at humans… 

Feel free to play it everywhere, to share my lament…

Dodo Lament

(„They only know you, when you’re dead and gone“, inspired by Jimmy Cox’s “Nobody knows you”)

Once I lived the life of the dodo, yeah!

Spend my time havin’ a good time, didn’t have much to care.

Had lots of endemic friends, on an island so fine,

Ate calvaria fruits all day, from nine to five.

Then these humans made me fall so low,

Did loose our forest, had nowhere to go.

Was competed out, by goats, pigs and rats,

And ‘overexploited’ by sailors with strange hats.

CHORUS 1

They only know you,

When you’re dead and gone,

Human development just takes the lead,

And for a dodo, there’s no place left for your feet.

You never get back on your feet again,

The scientists, they come too late, just to collect your bones – and then?

I squak: it’s strange, without any doubt,

Humans only care for you, when you’re extinct and out.

I must admit, some few humans seem to care,

Saved some of my Mauritius friends – something to hope for, I never really dared.

Today I’m an extinction icon, in logos everywhere,

But if this helps save species, who knows, and I don’t care…

CHORUS 2

They only know you,

When you’re dead and gone,

Human development just takes the lead,

And for a dodo, there’s no place left to run to.

You never get back on your claws again,

The scientists, they come too late, just to collect your bones – and then?

I squak: it’s strange, without any doubt,

Humans only care for you,….

Yes, humans only care for you…

Humans only care for you, when you’re extinct and out.

 

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