Or nimbly sport at hide-and-seek
Around the whiskered whale!
(Do whales that haunt the ocean wave
Wear whiskers? Some do, others shave.)
And, when by hunger overcome
He felt a trifle limp,
What joy within his vacuum
To stow the passing shrimp,
And afterwards to sink and snooze,
Soft-cradled on the nether ooze!