THE WHALE

by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

      he Whale that wanders round the Pole
      Is not a table fish.
      You cannot bake or boil him whole
      Nor serve him in a dish;

      But you may cut his blubber up
      And melt it down for oil.
      And so replace the colza bean
      (A product of the soil).

      These facts should all be noted down
      And ruminated on,
      By every boy in Oxford town
      Who wants to be a Don.

"The Whale" is reprinted from The Bad Child's Book of Beasts. Hilaire Belloc. London: Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co., 1896.

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