Douglas Alfred Bruce The Placid Pug, and Other Rhymes
And reigning so defies the envious Bream, Who sneers and shrugs and sniggers in the sea.
Type of the wise, who roar but never foam (If they can help it) at the mouth, except When night and morn they brush their teeth at home With pallid powder for that purpose kept.
VERSICLES FOR VEGETARIANS
SINCE Dr. Watts in frenzy fine Extolled the "busy Bee," The patience of the Porcupine, The Newt's fidelity, The calm contentment of the Pike, Have stirred our hearts and brain alike.
Lives there a man so lost, so low, That he has never found Some lesson in the Buffalo, Some precept in the Hound? Few who have won Victoria's cross Owe nothing to the Albatross.
These pleasant thoughts must turn our minds, In meditation quiet, Towards the moral law that binds The principles of diet. Since 'tis a maxim none disputes, That we should imitate the brutes.
As has been shown in former verse, The animal creation Does not in its own nature nurse Inebriate inclination; Nor is it formed by Heaven to pant For alcoholic stimulant.
That being so, our path is plain, We must eschew all drinks; If we are anxious to attain To the celestial brinks, The meanest Hippopotamus Will make our duty clear to us.
But in the search for Natural guides To moral food-restrictions, We are assaulted on all sides By patent contradictions. Thus, while the Lion lives on meat, The Pheasant is content with wheat.
Who then, when beasts do not agree, Shall venture to decide? Some will adopt the Chimpanzee And some the Fox as guide, Others the Bear or Antelope, Nature allows the fullest scope.
HYMN FOR HOWLERS
WHO that has sailed upon the ocean's face, Or walked beside the sea along the sand, Has not felt envy for the piscine race, Comparing its domain, where noise is banned, To the infernal racket that takes place On land?
While up above the billows rage and roar And make a most unnecessary noise, And shallow Shrimps, who live too near the shore, Are harassed by the shouts of girls and boys, Who find the beach a place convenient for Their toys,
The happy members of the Fishy clan Pursue in peace their various pursuits, All undisturbed by bell of muffin-man, Or bellow of purveyor of fresh fruits, Who at each "Pub" his voice republican Recruits.
The harmless Herring gambols with his young, And heeds but hears not their impulsive play. (His heart is with their mother who was flung, Kippered to feed a clerk's bank-holiday, Into the salting-tub and passed unsung Away.)
Now, had this Herring been of human breed, And lived in London or some other town, Fate would have made him hear as well as heed His offspring as it gambolled up and down, Making a noise that's very hard indeed To drown.
Moreover, organ-grinders would have ground, And yowls from both "employed" and "unemployed"; Hoarse howls from those who had "salvation" found, And bawls from those whose faith had been destroyed, Would have combined to keep his sense of sound