He was a very cock-nosed boy, which tempted him, no doubt,
“To put his thumb unto that nose, and spread his fingers out.”
Says he, “O yus, you look O.K.” (the boy meant “Orl Korrect”)
“You fancy you’re big whales and things with backbones, I expect.
Yah-boo! you flabby, flopping, floundering flats, as limp as small,
You’re only helpless jelly-fish, with not no spines at all!”
The creatures in the Tank appeared his cheek to quite enjoy,
But took no other notice of that little vulgar boy.
Sixty Years After.