You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, 
          Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, 
          Gulping salt water everlastingly, 
          Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, 
          And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste; 
          And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be-- 
          Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, 
          Legless, unmoving, infamously chaste: 

          O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, 
          What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles? 
          How do ye vary your vile days and nights? 
          How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles 
          In ceaseless wash? Still naught but gapes and bites, 
          And drinks and stares, diversified with boggles? 
 

          AMAZING monster! that for aught I know, 
          With the first sight of thee didst make our race 
          For ever stare! O flat and shocking face, 
          Grimly divided from the breast below! 
          Thou that on dry land horribly dost go 
          With a split body and most ridiculous pace, 
          Prong after prong, disgracer of all grace, 
          Long-useless-finned, haired, upright, unwet, slow! 

          O breather of unbreathable, sword-sharp air, 
          How canst exist? How bear thyself, thou dry 
          And dreary sloth? What particle canst share 
          Of the only blessed life, the watery? 
          I sometimes see of ye an actual pair 
          Go by! linked fin by fin! most odiously.