6 October 2012
A large beaked bird, Swoops down, down... From the canopy, Not the city-town.
Most are endangered, Some are okay, But most of them, Dying in dismay.
For their feathers, Beaks, and wings, To display them, Their color and rings.
Hunters shall stop, Toucans shall fly, Toucans must live, And hunters shall die!
—Geology Magazines
Toucan • Opuss № I