The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic
On the Concourite's branch Ara parrots assemble,
Whose blue and red feathers the rainbow resemble.
There the trumpeter's sounds and the goatsucker's moans
Are mistaken sometimes for the dying man's groans:
And faintly is heard near the Essequibo
The sad 'whip-poor-will,' and the 'willy-come-go.'"
Here a seal shuffled up, and, just waving his fin,
Requested permission a word to put in.
"Though the beauties of plain and of forest you know,
Yet who can describe all the wonders below?
On a soft bed of sponge in the deep sea I lie,
And watch the huge shark and the grampus glide by;
Or amidst groves of coral I play at bo-peep,
Or I float where the porpoise and flying-fish leap.
I have seen the thin nautilus trimming her sail,
And the Geyser-like waterspout made by the whale;
To this lord of the ocean there clung a whole bevy
Of parasite barnacles waiting his 'levée.'
I have seen the