Classic Poem

Shall I sing, my pet, of the opalet —
Wonderful creature, he!
Right exquisite, with his petals bright,
Blossoming down in the sea.

Couleur de rose, as the iris glows
In the blue where the rain mists be,
Lovelier yet, the opalet
Shines in the azure sea.
Satin and rose, as he glows and grows,
Blossoming down in the sea.

I bid ye beware of a cruel snare,
Oh, fish of the foolish fin;
For the opalet is a host, you bet,
In the science of " take you in. "

But he's tied, my own, to a coral stone,
And he can't come out of the sea,
And I hardly think, if we let him alone,
He'll lunch upon you and T.