A neat little swallow, I term it!"
The very next day, he returned to the place
Where his failure had thrown him into disgrace;
And there, with a ghastly grin on his face,
Began his submarine boring.
He worked for a week, for the shell was tough,
But reached the interior soon enough
For the oyster, who found such surgery rough,—
Such grating, and scraping, and scoring!
The shell-fish started, the water flew,