The Poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson · Chapter 8 of 358

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The Poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson

See in the Print, How Moved by Whim

See in the print, how moved by whim
Trumpeting Jumbo, great and grim,
Adjusts his trunk, like a cravat,
To noose that individual’s hat.
The sacred Ibis in the distance
Joys to observe his bold resistance.