And to and fro would swim.
“Ho, ho!” cried they, as they shook their scales,
“The muddled one misses his way!”
And they fann’d their fins, and slash’d their tails—
“Aha, he here will stay!”
The fish paused not till the way grew clear;
Then launch’d out under the spray;
And shower’d his fins in a white-cap near
That rivall’d the rays of the day.
“Ho, ho, showing off to the sharks!” cried the fry;