Where the floating foam was white as cream;
He sought and searched in each cranny and hole,
But not a fish could he find in the pool.
“Well,” quoth the otter, “I’ll hasten back
To my cousin the fox, and we’ll have our crack
Over the salmon I left above;
One fish will go far that is eaten in love;
’Tis large, and fat, and full of roe,
And, fairly divided, will serve for two.”
Clambering over the rocks in haste