THE DODO

by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

      he Dodo used to walk around,
      And take the sun and air.
      The sun yet warms his native ground—
      The Dodo is not there!

      The voice which used to squawk and squeak
      Is now forever dumb—
      Yet may you see his bones and beak
      All in the Mu-se-um.

"The Dodo" is reprinted from The Bad Child's Book of Beasts. Hilaire Belloc. London: Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co., 1896.

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