And forgot all about the deeds done in his prime;
But harden’d and horny his tail no more wags,
For he now lies entombed in the Lingula flags.
Some doubt as to what was the cause of his fright,
Some say that the sea where he lived got too hot,
Some say too cold, and some vanished quite,
But one thing is certain, whatever is not,
That harden’d and stony, his tail no more wags
For he now lies entombed in the Lingula flags.
The jolly young fellow has had his day out,