“Pull out,” said a friend, “all the ladies’ delight, sir,”
He did, and exhibited two inches more.
Girls, take my advice; let this odd fish before you
Be first skinn’d alive, and then dress’d to your taste,
As a standing dish dainty, dear souls, I implore you,
Take in all you can, but let none run to waste;
Old Jonah, who lay in the whale’s blubber’d belly,
Came out weak and feeble, went in strong and stout,
So into your bellies, this fish, need I tell ye,
As stoutly goes in, as he feebly slips out.