Mooncalf

Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

“[…] you’re a jobbernowl and a doodle, a maundering mooncalf and a blockheaded numps, a gaby and a loon; you’re a Hatter!” I shrieked the last epithet.

But I can think of no one but a mooncalf or a gaby Who would trust their own child to raise a baby.

He slipped it softly onto her unresisting finger and, like the unwise moncalf he was, kissed it.