Hilaire Belloc






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The Dodo used
                          to walk around,

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    And take the sun and air.
The sun yet warms his native ground—
                                                                The Dodo is not there!

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The voice which used to squawk and squeak
    Is now for ever dumb—

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