The Ivory-Billed Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh, "The stars in the heavens would light up the sky. "If I could just bring the mountains down low, Those landforms up high, Where my trees would grow. "The drums, cease to roll, The armor, to rust! Their hatred to flowers, Their swords into dust. "If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry, "Our homes had a place way up in the sky. "But now that we've gone, We're extinct, put away, We all rest in peace, And now you must pay."