  His father was a whale, With a feather in his tail, Who lived in the Greenland sea; And his mother was a shark, Who kept very dark In the Gulf of Caribbee. His uncles were a skate, And a little whitebait, And a flounder, and a chub beside; And a lovely pickerÈl, Both a beauty and a belle, Had promised for to be his bride. You may think these things are strange, And they are a little change From the ordinary run, 'tis true; But the queerest thing (to me) Of all appeared to be, That he was a kangaroo! |
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