The proud Aurum bird is not one to be caught
An ave on which legends are made and battles fought
With a plumage of Gold, and jewelled legs to stand upon
It’s hatched from a Faberge egg, born at the glowing dawn
With each high joyful note, a glistening gem appears
And when tired weaves nests of silver, cries silk for tears
The Aurum bird, its rich song sweeter than a siren
Roams free in history, amongst men keen to find them
The hand of Midas, the Aurum bird did once tease
And momentarily caught by Jason with his fleece
It stayed the longest of time with a kind Pizarro
Following Inca fortune trails down to El Dorado
But history makes the Aurum bird’s loyalty loose,
To avoid becoming mankind’s next golden goose