III
Good Moses of old caused the waters to flee,
And led all his people dryshod o'er the sea;
But Moses, our host, at the precedent frowns,
And us, his poor guests, he unflinchingly drowns
In water, cold water.
IV
We sit round the table like cold-blooded frogs,
Who live out their lives in the watery bogs;
Well,—if we have fallen on watery days,