The Sword-fish, like the lord-fish that he is,
Brought the Pilot, saying “My lot shall be yours!”
The Guffer tried to huff her with a quiz,
But the Gurnet looked so stern, it made him pause.
The Grayling was a-sailing through the dance,
And the Oyster from her cloister had come out;
And the Minnow with her fin, oh! did advance,
And the Flounder capered round her with the Pout.
When the Winkle, with a twinkle in his eye,
Led the Cod-fish (such an odd fish!) to the feast,