To Earl Vulture, who wears no cravat round his neck;
And the Bishop was there, though he stood rather back,
Array’d in his robes of red, orange, and black,
Sir Archibald Ostrich moved on rather chary,
And lean’d on his cousin the Count Cassowary,
Discoursing of Java, and far distant lands,
And African Deserts, and hot burning sands.
Old warrior Flamingo came limping along,
And with Commodore Cormorant join’d in the throng,
Profoundly debating, with Major Macaw,