'Twas him who waded Noah's flood,
And scorned the refuge of the ark.
Here's the crane,—the awkward bird!
Strong his neck is as a whaler's,
And his bill is full as long
As ever met one from the tailor's.
Look!—just see the zebra there,
Standing safe behind the bars;
Goodness me! how like a flag,
All except the corner stars!