(New Year's Eve, 1853)

A thousand ages underground,
His skeleton has lain,
But now his body's big and round
And there's life in him again!

His bones like Adam's wrapped in clay
His ribs of iron stout,
Where is the brute alive today
That dares to turn him out.

Beneath his hide he's got inside
The souls of living men,
Who dare our Saurian now deride
With life in him again?

Chorus:
The jolly old beast
Is not deceased
There's life in him again!

(song written for a New Year's Eve party hosted by sculptor and designer of the first scientific dinosaurs, Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins; The Last Dinosaur Book, W.J.T. Mitchell 1998)
(from London Illustrated News 7 January 1854)