It’s easy to pluck a dodo,
Easy to remove the giblets, bone it and dice it,
The base isn’t too difficult either,
Just bung in any vegetables you like and give it a good stir, basically,
If it’s too thick, water it down a bit,
If it’s too thin, add another potato.
The meat should be given a quick turn in the pan
With a little butter,
Get the fire reasonably hot, but don’t brown it too much,
And cooking it couldn’t be simpler,
Transfer the meat to the saucepan,
Boil it a good three quarters of an hour at least,
After that, simmer to taste,
Dead easy really, making dodo soup.
Catching it is a cinch too,
It’s so bloody stupid you won’t even have to chase it,
Most of the time it’ll waddle right up to you out of curiosity and ogle you.
Catching it is probably the easiest thing of all,
But finding it in the first place...that’s the really difficult part.
[Originally published in VIRIDIAN.]
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