People habitat has to take priority over bird habitat.
quote by Byron Dorgan
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I Think Your Natural Habitat Is Bed
I think your natural habitat is bed.
Although you do so nicely,
in your kitchen, baking bread,
and when at the dining table,
can disappear the cheapest red,
still, I think your natural habitat is bed.
You paint truly lovely pictures,
in all the colours, blue to red,
write some you beaut bonzer verses,
as swell a modest feller's head,
but you're at your most creative
when you're cavorting with clothes shed.
So I think your natural habitat is bed.
You're really such a lot of fun
at things much better left unsaid.
But should we laugh the way we do?
Or should we groan some more instead?
Perhaps neighbours might be thinking
that we ain't really too well bred?
But you're such a lovely lady
and I'm so very easy led
and I think your natural habitat is bed.
poem by Red O'Mara
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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It is a drastic mistake to eliminate the provisions that have to do with the protection of habitat for endangered species. It is my opinion that the Endangered Species Act is 99 percent about protecting critical habitat.
quote by Jim Saxton
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What is a fish without a river? What is a bird without a tree to nest in? What is an Endangered Species Act without any enforcement mechanism to ensure their habitat is protected? It is nothing.
quote by Jay Inslee
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People Zoo (thought)
Welcome to the people zoo!
Everyone is here, even you.
There is work, games, and many things to do,
Down here at the people zoo.
Each one of us has our own unique habitat.
Were we can hide away like the dastardly rat,
Or pursue it as the hunting cat.
We all act in our own way,
Acting on our sporadic thoughts throughout the day,
And living in our people zoo.
poem by Poet of the River
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If I had wings
In a bad season
yearn seasonal migration
to habitat
in better condition.
But looking cost of air fare
and rent of the cage there,
dropp idea of passage;
going there, can't dare
Crave, I had the wings!
Not needed aeroplanes
not polluted bird's terrains
noise and air;
Could meet them there;
If, I had the wings!
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The natural habitat of the tongue is the left cheek.
Spare just a moment....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who flew from bleak winter of her habitat,
In search of warmth, food wet lands
And green fields, instead only found silt.
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who uncertainly hovers in the sky,
A grey cloud drifting by, seemed to ask why
Alone, where is your flock and why do you cry.
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who oh, so despondently alights?
Looking askance for a sanctuary,
Perplexed, why barely a marsh, rest concrete.
Spare just a moment for the bird,
Who feels lost as it sits on an electric pole
Wondering whatever happened to Neem and Babool
Which spread out arms to welcome for rest and to nest?
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who misses her good old friends
Dainty Golden Oriole, Kingfisher and Egrets,
And wonders how come only vultures lie in wait…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Goody for Our Side and Your Side Too
Foreigners are people somewhere else,
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
But the scales of Justice balance true,
And tit leads into tat,
So the man who’s at home
When he stays in Rome
Is abroad when he’s where you’re at.
When we leave the limits of the land in which
Our birth certificates sat us,
It does not mean
Just a change of scene,
But also a change of status.
The Frenchman with his fetching beard,
The Scot with his kilt and sporran,
One moment he
May a native be,
And the next may find him foreign.
There’s many a difference quickly found
Between the different races,
But the only essential
Differential
Is living different places.
Yet such is the pride of prideful man,
From Austrians to Australians,
That wherever he is,
He regards as his,
And the natives there, as aliens.
Oh, I’ll be friends if you’ll be friends,
The foreigner tells the native,
And we’ll work together for our common ends
Like a preposition and a dative.
If our common ends seem mostly mine,
Why not, you ignorant foreigner?
And the native replies
Contrariwise;
And hence, my dears, the coroner.
So mind your manners when a native, please,
And doubly when you visit
And between us all
A rapport may fall
Ecstatically exquisite.
One simple thought, if you have it pat,
Will eliminate the coroner:
You may be a native in your habitat,
But to foreigners you’re just a foreigner.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Nature is the mother and the habitat of man, even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.
quote by John Dewey
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Flowers make choices-
choose habitat, Sun, or shade
Have personality.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Bear Habitat Possibilities
bear species range diversity
depends on nature's necessity
to fill habitat possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lucifer Fell
Once a great planet “Tiamat”
Self love exploded thou to bits
Earth then became thy habitat
Here to stay, till God Acquits
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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For example, in my district there are visitors from all over the world who are drawn to our beautiful beaches, recreational lakes, habitat wildlife preserves and golf courses.
quote by Mark Foley
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An Industrial Estate
I walk through the fields laden with life,
There are flowers, bushes and trees,
They show no signs of stress or of strife,
There's wonder in the birds and bees.
The deer roam free while the fox cubs play,
The voles and mice are at rest,
An eagle overhead blocks the sunshine's ray,
This is truly how beauty's expressed.
At one with nature is how we should live,
We all have a right to survive,
Being cruel to others is hard to forgive,
Why don't we let animals thrive?
I've come back home after a long time gone,
To see where I ventured and played,
The wildlife habitat has been withdrawn,
All those animals have now been betrayed.
We cannot complain when we're overrun,
By animals seeking shelter from above,
We've stolen their land when all's said and done,
Without mercy they've been given the shove.
Where can they go when we steal their land?
The fact is we don't really care,
The way we treat animals is so underhand,
They've no time or chance to prepare.
Like us they'll try their best to exist,
Though they're living in constant fear,
Their right to live is being dismissed,
Take action now or they'll all disappear.
Those beautiful fields that I once knew,
All the animals have been left to their fate,
From their old habitat the pollution will spew,
As it's now,
‘' An Industrial Estate ‘'
Zoos are becoming facsimiles - or perhaps caricatures - of how animals once were in their natural habitat. If the right policies toward nature were pursued, we would need no zoos at all.
quote by Michael J. Fox
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The Pawi
The Trinidad Piping Guan or Pawi
Is a large turkey-like looking bird
With a long slender neck and long tail feathers
That gives it a majestic appearance when perched
Pawi can be found in the Northern Range
And in remote forested regions
They feed on fruit and seeds
And live with little human interactions
The Pawi is threatened by habitat loss
And continuing illegal hunting by you and me
The responsibility is up to us
Protect the Pawi
poem by Alana Babb
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Once A Place Of Natural Beauty
Once a place of natural beauty for all to be enjoyed
Due to the financial greed of developers the park has been destroyed
Most of the trees shelter for the ringtail and brush tail possums have been cut away
It is an ugly sight that I do gaze upon today.
Huge mounds of earth and clay dug up by bulldozers an ugly sight to see
The destruction of natural habitat for development does seem all wrong to me
The birds and tree dwelling animals need every bush and tree
The financial greed of the wealthy few give rise to Nature's poverty.
The money hungry developers they do not understand
That you render most of the local wildlife homeless when you take from them their land
That in their fights for new territories many of them will die
These are known facts I speak of and facts do never lie.
Just mounds of earth and white clay where beauty did reside
Most of the birds and animals who lived here through dispossession would have died
The destruction of their natural habitat to extinction only lead
For many of Nature's birds and animals losing out to human greed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One researcher just determined that African and Indian elephants make each other sick. When a new animal or plant is introduced to a habitat bad things happen. The biggest danger to native wildlife is foreign wildlife.
quote by Robert T. Bakker
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Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)
Swing my cutlass at the tall grass
And anything that gets in my way
That's my job here, let's be quite clear
Working is how I spend my day
Scary? Verrry I can instill some fear
Owners don't know this is my show
I've seen them all disappear
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
I'm the only boss around
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
I'm de only boss in town
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Now you've met me, don't forget me
Hippolyte the French handyman
But my work waits, please the ingrates
They're all a part of my plan
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
There's a place in France where they do the cutlass dance
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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