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s he is only asleep." They found him, far too busy to talk, With a very large piece of bad salt pork. "Dear Brother, what luck you have had to-day! Can you tell us, pray, Is there any more pork afloat in the bay?" But not a word would my hero say, Except to repeat, with sad persistence, "This is not life, it's only existence." One day there came to the fishing village An individual bent on pillage; But a robber whom true scientific feeling May find guilty of picking, but not of stealing. He picked the yellow poppies on the cliffs; He picked the feathery seaweeds in the pools; He picked the odds and ends from nets and skiffs; He picked the brains of all the country fools. He dried the poppies for his own herbarium, And caught the Lobsters for a seaside town aquarium. "Tank No. 20" is deep, "Tank No. 20" is cool, For clever contrivances always keep The water fresh in the pool; And a very fine plate-glass window is free to the public view, Through which you can stare at the passers-by and the passers-by stare at you. Said my hero, "This is a great variety From those dull old rocks, where we'd no society." For the primal cause of incidents, One often hunts about, When it's only a coincidence That matters so turned out. And I do not know the reason Or the reason I would tell-- But it may have been the season-- Why my hero chose this moment for casting off his shell. He had hitherto been dressed[1] (And so had all the rest) In purplish navy blue from top to toe! But now his coat was new, It was of every shade of blue Between azure and the deepest indigo; And his sisters kept telling him, till they were tired, There never was any one so much admired. My hero was happy at last, you will say? So he was, dear Reader--two nights and a day; Then, as he and his relatives lay, Each at the mouth of his mock Cave in the face of a miniature rock, They saw, descending the opposite cliff, By jerks spasmodic of elbows stiff; Now hurriedly slipping, now seeming calmer, With the ease and the grace of a hog in armour, And as solemn as any ancient palmer, No less than nine Exceedingly fine And full-grown lobsters, all in a line. B
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