‘Oh, mother dear, was that a whale?’ the baby porpoise said.
‘Now, hush, my Little Beautiful, it’s time you were in bed.’
‘Or, mother, could it be a shark that gave me such a fright,
Or was it just a phantasy that passes with the night?’
II
‘Now, hush, my Little Beautiful. If you don’t go to sleep,
I’ll have to call the Bogie-Man, the Bogie of the Deep.
Be good, or he will swallow you; his teeth are sharp and keen,
He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere. That grisly Submarine!’