The loving seal oft thinks he sees his kin,
But quite as often finds he’s taken in,
For now-a-days folks do not seem to feel
That seal-skin jackets are not always seal.
They see the lions feed, which call to mind
The fact that they themselves have not yet dined;
So home to dine, and pass with mis-timed jest
The rest of Sunday, not the Sunday’s rest,
Well-satisfied, howe’er, to feel and know
They’ve shown themselves, as well as seen the show.