LOCAL MARINE WONDERS.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VII, Issue 139, 12 June 1872, Page 4

LOCAL MARINE WONDERS.

The sad sea waves were rolling, But not on the sea shore, But tightly held in old beer casks, " They rolled without a roar. Such sacrilege to desecrate The waters of Pacific, Perhaps not, either I must state, 'Twas for somethiag Scientific. The last word is the prefix For a new Association; Whose labors promise more than nix For the present generation. A resolution had. been passed To catch some fish and rear them, In a vessel framed and glazed, And called an aquarium. It chanced in nick of time A queer fish hove in sight — Timely indeed, it saves my rhyme; I quickly got a bite. Air— lvy Green. A rare old fish was this centipede As he moved with his hundred legs, Making figures of eight while taking his bail, But when hooked, for his liberty begs. ' He seemed to writhe, and then remarked — Oh dear ! how queer lam ; But soon was plunged in the waters dark — In the caves of aquarium. Ahem Creeping "where no light is seen, Because the water is so green. Air — Drinking Burton Ale. Drinking waters green gets into my noddle, And with all my legs I can only waddle, Now leg ninety-nine what is that you're after, Legs twenty, thirty, forty, move a little faster. Here corner Mr. Crab, pull ahead I tell you, Dont be catching Crabbes else its sure to, sell you, Oh dear ! I feel a bite, I am sure to be devoured. Where I was "bred and born my carcase was secured On the old wharf piles, with millions of my chummies We feasted many years, and there they hang as dummies, We often used to quake when we saw a scraper, Once we got a shake, before the piles were taper, Most of us got missed, with orders not to hook it; With composition foul one Blackett made them black it Once, but only once; since then my place I booked, Until the other day, unfortunately hooked. A climax now is reached, 1 climb, but here I am Doomed to die as here I lie in the aquarium. Winkles wink at me, limpets limp away, Cockles cock their shells, mussels muscles play, Anemoone is gaping, looking quite dejected. Let water, fresh and pure, be chemically injected, Dying fast I am, a new form Til assume, And my revenge shall be to vanish in Pebpume.