LOBSTER TAIL

The beach at low tide was a lovely place to be today. We deserved our tea and scones afterwards.

Biggify

As a young Lobster roamed about,
Itself and mother being out,
Their eyes at the same moment fell
On a boiled lobster's scarlet shell.
"Look," said the younger; "is it true
That we might wear so bright a hue?
No coral, if I trust mine eye,
Can with its startling brilliance vie;
While you and I must be content
A dingy aspect to present."
"Proud heedless fool," the parent cried;
"Know'st thou the penalty of pride?
The tawdry finery you wish,
Has ruined this unhappy fish.
The hue so much by you desired
By his destruction was acquired-
So be contented with your lot,
Nor seek to change by going to pot."

From an old edition of Punch - can't find an author.