GREEN wings and yellow breasts on birds that stare
That turn their heads and stare,
And a red streamer tail!
They come from Yucatan
Where priests with clownish hats, and jade
Nose-coverings,
Looked pompously from steps of pyramids.
Now this their Yucatan,
This shop where they are Brobdingnagian.
Macaws that stare,
And blow into the conchs of their beaks,
And climb with their club feet.

Padraic Colum

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