Classic Poem

Wouldn't you like to be a whale
And sail serenely by —
An eighty-foot whale from the tip of your tail
And a tiny, briny eye?
Wouldn't you like to wallow
Where nobody says " Come out! " ?
Wouldn't you love to swallow
And blow all the brine about?
Wouldn't you like to be always clean
But never to have to wash, I mean,
And wouldn't you love to spout —
O yes, just think —
A feather of spray as you sail away,
And rise and sink and rise and sink,
And blow all the brine about?