And they packed their grips and started out at dawn the following day.
“I s’pose you can swim?” asked Mr. Seal, whose valet was soon to go.
“Indeed we can!” and off came coats their prowess and skill to show.
Out to the buoy and back again—the Trout came in ahead.
“It’s all because he shunned advice,” Mr. Trout with a chuckle said.
“Ah, very well done! I think you’ll do—your work, to patrol the shore,
And when you see any men with clubs don’t tarry a moment more,
But hurry to warn me as I take in the surf my morning bath”,—
Mr. Frog stood by with moistened eye—his tears were not of wrath,
As his friend, Mr. Trout, on the shore about, in pain began to flop,—