A bird, rather like an irradiated moorhen, which has had the misfortune to inspire the following poem:
'O, purple-breasted Gallinule
Why should thy beauty cause thee fear?
Why should the huntsman seek to fool
Thy inocence, and bring thee near
His deadly tool of fire and lead?
Thou holdest high thy stately head!
Would that the hunter might consent
To leave thee in thy sweet content.'
Although 'O, purple-breasted Gallinule' is riding high on my list of favourite poetic lines at the moment.
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