Of his expatriation, and in his devilish fix,
Besought the mild octopus, and all the ocean crew,
"O who am I? and where am I? and what am I to do?"
He hailed the great sea serpent, the comprehensive whale,
The flying fish, to answer, the burden of his wail,
Of what the deuce had happened, that life was all so blue!
"O who am I? and where am I? and what am I to do?"
He is not dead, it's certain, I'll merely mention here,