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Hilaire Belloc - The Crocodile
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	Whatever our faults, we can always engage
	That no fancy or fable shall sully our page,
	So take note of what follows, I beg.
	This creature so grand and august in its age,
	In its youth is hatched out of an egg.
	And oft in some far Coptic town
	The Missionary sits him down
	To breakfast by the Nile:
	The heart beneath his priestly gown
	Is innocent of guile;
	When suddenly the rigid frown
	Of Panic is observed to drown
	His customary smile.
	Why does he start and leap amain,
	And scour the sandy Libyan plain
	Like one that wants to catch a train,
	Or wrestles with internal pain?
	Because he finds his egg contain -
	Green, hungry, horrible and plain -
	An Infant Crocodile.
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