The Bad Child's Book Of Beasts/The Dodo

by Hilaire Belloc

The Dodo

The 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 for ever dumb—

Yet may you see his bones and beak
⁠All in the Mu-se-um.