O may I, through their angry roar,
Not miss the breakfast bell.
Here octopi, here great white whales,
Here krakens haunt the Main;
Mad mermaids sing–my courage fails–
Here comes Harriet Lane.[[2]]
There, far far down, what jewels lie,
What corals, red enough
To make this sauce[[3]] seem pale, which I
Am wolfing with my duff!