(The animals' point of view, at the Centenary of the Zoological Gardens) Dear friends of feather, fin and fur (The King of Beasts began), The meaning of this hundredth year Is strangely missed by Man. Our Fellows, who we all admit Are erudite and kind, Seem, when you come to think of it, Most singularly blind. They boast they keep us! Fond conceit Which sober facts condemn: For by their annual balance-sheet 'Tis plain that we keep them. These gardens may be theirs in name— That much must be allowed; But if we did not play the game, Who else would draw the crowd? The motion then I rise to move Runs, simply worded, thus:— Whereas their own statistics prove This place is made by us, 'Tis right that, when they hold high feast In honour of the Zoo, They give us all—Fish, Bird and Beast— A special dinner too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD TOMMY BIG-EYES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE TRYST by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV HAMLET by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |