Poem by Hilaire Belloc

The Vulture

The Vulture eats between his meals,
And that’s the reason why
He very, very, rarely feels
As well as you and I.

His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!

1. Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties
2. Franklin Hyde
3. Heretics All
4. The Dromedary
5. Hildebrand

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