The other hugg’d his native bed,
And snuggled in his shell:
“Poor paltry child of ooze!” he spake,
“From Ocean’s sons example take,
E’en as he spake, the dredgers came,
And fish’d him from his depth amain,
And stow’d him in the boat:
To London thence he found his way,
Where high and dry with more he lay,—