There is a creature of the ocean
That passes time in contemplation
Of the spinning of the world
And all the things about it hurled.
Among these whales the conversations
Are never ending communications,
In song, a deep philosophy
Makes an unfathomable symphony.
Mankind heeds not and scorns the tune,
So ignorant he applauds with cruel harpoon.
I wonder if their unknown chorus
Has a melody
Where did all the wooden ships go
Before the world was round,
Those that sailed too near the edge
Before the world was round.
What happened to all those sailors
Not seen or ever found,
I do not think that all of them were drowned.
Perhaps some walked in Eldorado
Or talked with Prestor John,
Maybe they sailed to Timbuktu
And in unknown seas sail still.
The Steam Gobbling Goblin.
The steam gobbling goblin as his name implies
Has a rare addiction for it is steam that he imbibes.
If you ever visit and are asked,
"Would you like tea?"
You will have to be quite patient,
For as it is plain to see,
He never fills his teapot.
For at the kettle spout
His condensation snout
With an effervescent air