Said the sheep, “I do no ill—
Could not, had I the will—.
But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour and kill.”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Salmon to the Clam;
“You are not wise, but I am.
I know sea and stream as well,
You know nothing but your shell.”
Said the Clam, “I’m slow of motion,