And the whale and the shark be your neighbours.
For I swoop from aloft, and I blaze, and I burn,
While my spouts the salt billows are drinking:
And I drive ’gainst the vessel, and beat down the stern,
And pour in a flood, which shall never return,
And all cry—66 She’s sinking! she’s sinking!”—
The barge?—well remembered!—’tis strong, and ’tis large,
And will live in the billows’ commotion;
But now all my spouts from the clouds I discharge,
And down goes the vessel, and down goes the barge!