His taste was odd to say the least he sampled every form of beast
As patron of the London Zoo he savoured birds and insects too
Ate garnished beetles fried on rye and baked a crusty rhino pie
For birthdays or a special treat he'd cook the dodo's tender feet
A slight eccentric in his ways he boiled an elephant's trunk for days
And when it proved too tough to slice he turned his gourmet skills to mice
Invited guests for Sunday roast were served white mice on buttered toast
Followed by a steaming stew of wild colonial kangaroo
Of course he had his share of flops like smoked giraffe and panther chops
But all in all he cooked good fare the best said he was polar bear
A delicacy of the rarest kind for it was still quite hard to find
Grilled and turned from time to time and all washed down with dry white wine
Eccentrics all on his father's side begun with frogs in formaldehyde
So who would have thought he'd come to be a genuine celebrity
A friend of swells and royalty who were treated to a splendid tea
Who politely nibbled but never scoffed for they were brought up to be toffs
