Of the Camelion’s form and nature.
“A stranger animal,” cries one,
“Sure never liv’d beneath the sun:
A lizard’s body lean and long,
A fish’s head, a serpent’s tongue;
Its tooth with triple claw disjoin’d;
And what a length of tail behind!
How slow its pace, and then its hue—
Who ever saw so fine a blue?”
“Hold there,” the other quick replies,