Said the Flying Fish : "Fancy remembering me,
And the dress I wore at the Porpoises' tea ! "
"How could I forget ? "said the Shark in his guile:
"I expect you at eight ! "and rang off with a smile.
She has powdered her nose ; she has put on her things ;
She is off with one flap on her luminous wings.
Oh little one, light-hearted and vain,
The moon will not shine on your beauty again.
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