Should float without the help of corks:
Great Johnson, it bewildered him!
To hear of ducks that could not swim.
Poor Mrs. Bond! what could she do
But change the breed—and she tried divers
Which dived as all seemed born to do;
No little ones were e'er survivors—
Like those that copy gems, I'm thinking,
They all were given to die-sinking!
In vain their downy coats were shorn;