The Vulture eats between his meals,
And that's the reason why
He very, very, rarely feels
As well as you and I.

His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!

(C) Hilaire Belloc
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Hilaire Belloc

• Juliet
• The Dromedary
• Henry King
• Song
• Jim
• Heretics All
• The Big Baboon
• Algernon
• The Gnu
• Fatigue
• Time Cures All
• The Elm
• An Author-s Hope
• Lord Lundy
• Hildebrand
• The Mirror
• Courtesy
• Habitations
• Epitah On The Politician Himself
• The World Is Full Of Double Beds
• The Llama