They had me standing there

Stern gazed

With a no-nonsense stare

To welcome more

Advanced species

To the Galapagos

And how all started here

How tight

Our feathered hood

The sharp extended beak

Feathered and white

Down to our blue

webbed feet

No need for tire-

some jungle lore

Swinging from trees

Jet engine fly-aways

Tickets to foreign states

Keeping that pristine glare

When they come visit

They will see how 

Global travel is done

 Quite naturally