“‘And are not these the Fish,’ the Eldest sighed,
‘Whose Mother dwells beneath the foam?’
‘They are the Fish!’ the Second one replied.
‘And they have left their home!’
‘Oh wicked Fish,’ the Youngest Badger cried,
‘To roam, yea, roam, and roam!’
‘THOSE AGED ONES WAXED GAY’
“Gently the Badgers trotted to the shore——
The sandy shore that fringed the bay: