To move a tail, or a fin.
Then, twice, on the face of the placid pool,
He dropped the star from on high;
And, one by one, drew the Fishes up,
To shine each night in the Sky!
And the moral’s plain, of this tale (your tail,
If you are a bear, or a fish),
Don’t fume and splash and disturb your pool,—
And you’ll probably get your wish!
“Little Bear liked to hear it, but Cassiopeia could see that it wasn’t really any comfort to him, and she was at her wit’s end to know what to do.”