And bein’ a glutten he grabbed the thing and
tucked it down his throat.
“The cask, we found, had an open end—the
bottom was good and stout
—The shark had swallowed the whole end fust
—the open end was out.
“And ev’ry mossel the critter et was scooped by
the cask inside;
His vittles failed to reach the spot, and so the
poor shark died.”