When you are swimming do not fail
To keep a look-out for the Whale !
He always means to do his best,
And yet he is a perfect pest.
He has a most annoying knack
Of taking children on his back.
And when he's picked up two or three,
He whisks them off right out to sea.
Of course, at first you think it charming,
But very soon it gets alarming.
For when you say you'd like to land,
He doesn't seem to understand.
The more you beg him to go home,
The more he dashes through the foam.
He rushes on, mile after mile,
And lands you in some desert isle.
And there, until some ship appears,
You often have to stay for years.
(This original accompanying poem, pertaining to the image, will be included with your print. Firstly, a copy neatly pasted to the rear of the backing board, and a copy as a separate sheet for your reference.)
