But the storm once abated, I’m gentle and kind;
I have kings at my feet who await but my nod
To kneel in the dust of the ground I have trod.
Though seen to the world, I’m known to but few;
The Gentile detests me, I’m pork to the Jew;
I never have passed but one night in the dark,
And that was with Noah alone in the ark;
My weight is three pounds, my length is a mile;
And when I’m discovered you’ll say with a smile,
That my last and my first are the best of our Isle.