The Carp, too, bold and sharp, too, joined our band,
On the Weaver, gay deceiver, did he spring,
And the Mack’rel laid the Pick’rel on the sand,
And the Stickle-back did tickle back the Ling.
We drove them, and we clove them to the gill, We raced them and we chased them through the sea; And the Scallop gave a wallop when we took away his collop, But the Sculpin still was gulpin’ of his tea,—deary me! How that Sculpin was a-gulpin’ of his tea! |
A HAPPY MORNING.
This is the receipt for a happy morning: