And she proffers a seat in her sledge, for she knows
’Tis a long weary way to her region of snows;
Besides, she is eager to join the dear child
She had left on an ice-floe alone to run wild.
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Savage wolf, being greedy, fell into a trap,
Mr. Glutton was kill’d e’en whilst taking a nap;
And the badger, poor fellow! for shelter must roam,
For he finds the red fox has got into his home.
On an island of ice floats the walrus away,
With her cub in her fins, who upbraided her stay,