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Poem	There once was a limpet puffed with pride Who said to the ribald sea: "It isn't I who cling to the rock, It's the rock that clings to me; It's the silly old rock who hugs me tight, Because he loves me so; And though I struggle with all my might, He will not let me go." Then said the sea, who hates the rock That defies him night and day: "You want to be free - well, leave it to me, I'll help you get away. I know such a beautiful silver beach, Where blissfully you may bide; Shove off to-night when the moon is bright, And I'll swig you thee on my tide." "I'd like to go," said the limpet low, "But what's a silver beach?" "It's sand," said the sea, "bright baby rock, And you shall be lord of each." "Righto!" said the limpet; "Life allures, And a rover I would be." So greatly bold she slacked her hold And launched on the laughing sea. But when she got to the gelid deep Where the waters swish and swing, She began to know with a sense of woe That a limpet's lot is to cling. but she couldn't cling to a jelly fish, Or clutch at a wastrel weed, So she raised a cry as the waves went by, but the waves refused to heed. Then when she came to the glaucous deep Where the congers coil and leer, The flesh in her shell began to creep, And she shrank in utter fear. It was good to reach that silver beach, That gleamed in the morning light, Where a shining band of the silver sand Looked up with with a welcome bright. Looked up with a smile that was full of guile, Called up through the crystal blue: "Each one of us is a baby rock, And we want to cling to you." Then the heart of the limpet leaped with joy, For she hated the waters wide; So down she sank to the sandy bank That clung to her under-side. That clung so close she couldn't breath, So fierce she fought to be free; But the silver sand couldn't understand, While above her laughed the sea. Then to each wave that wimpled past She cried in her woe and pain: "Oh take me back, let me rivet fast To my steadfast rock again." She cried till she roused a taxi-crab Who gladly gave her a ride; But I grieve to say in his crabby way He insisted she sit inside. . . . So if of the limpet breed ye be, Beware life's brutal shock; Don't take the chance of the changing sea, But - cling like hell to your rock.
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