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