For anyone finding me through the website I feel I haven’t given them enough poetry. The Friendship Centre New Year party has a French theme and I am stretching it as far as I can with some information about the Isle de France ( Mauritius) I realise they were extinct before the French arrived but I found a poem about the dodo that I thought would amuse the members. It is by Hilaire Belloc.
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 forever dumb-
Yet may you see his bones and beak
All in the Mu-se-um.