Clung round as in a fœtid lake,
And oozed, and stank, and stuck.
“And in the mess a drowning cat
Mid seven drown’d kittens sprawl’d,
And her great eyes stared wildly out.
And piteously she squall’d.
“There was a blunderbuss on board—”
“Old Cock, what are you at—
Are you not well?” “O gentle Swell,
I took and shot the cat.”