A whale has rived the line awa’.
What better’s a forhooied nest
Than skasloch scattered owre the grun’?
O hard it is for man to ken
He’s no’ creation’s goal nor yet
A benefitter by’t at last—
A means to ends he’ll never ken,
And as to michtier elements
The slauchtered brutes he eats to him
Or forms o’ life owre sma’ to see