Soft Was The Night, The Eve How Airy, When Through The Big, Fat Dictionary I Wandered On In Careless Ease, And Read The A'S, B'S, C'S And D'S! But Stop! What Is This Form I See, Beginning With A Hump-Backed D? I Pause! I Gasp! I Falter There! It Is The Djolan, I Declare! It Is The Djolan, Wond'Rous Word! The Buceros Plicatus Bird! Ne'er, Ne'er Before Had I The Bliss To Meet A Djolly Word Like This! 'Twas Djust Before My Dinner Hour, Well, Let The Djuicy Djoint Go Sour! Djoyful I Read. I Djust Must See What This Strange Djolan Word May Be! Ah! Ha! It Is A Noun! A Noun! (A ''Name Word" As We Say In Town) "E. Ind. The Native Name Of The Year Bird." These Are The Words I See. "A Hornbill With A White Tail And," The Big Book Trembles In My Hand, "Plicated Membrane At The Base," Ah, Well-A-Day! If That's The Case! "Base Of The Beak, Inhabiting," Oh! Dictionary, Wond'Rous Thing! "The Sunda Islands ----" Where Would We Without Our Dictionary Be? "Malacca, E-T-C." That's All! I Let The Dictionary Fall. I Am Replete. All Is Explained. Knowledge (It's Power) Is What I've Gained! Soft Was The Night, The Eve How Airy, I Read No More The Dictionary, But Oh! And Oh! My Heart Was Stirred To Learn The Djolan Was A Bird!