His bended arms like wings, both up and down,
While with his voice he murmured Coo-oo-oo!
Or what is called in French a roucoulement,
Or girren in the German. Hearing this,
All who were present promptly understood;
And though they all were naturally polite,
And never laughed at any foreigner
Before his face, because he erred in words,
This was too—too—too much, and all burst out
In a tremendous—an Homeric roar.