Your dress was yesterday like mine;
And in the mud below the sea,
You lived, a crawling thing like me.
But now, because you've come ashore,
You've grown so proud, that what you wore—
Your strong old suit of bottle-green,
You think improper to be seen.
"To tell the truth, I don't see why
You should be better dressed than I.
And I should like a suit of red