A Tunny, once by Dolphin rude
Around and round the bay pursued,
Was flung by wind and wave and left
To gasp within a barren cleft.
With glassy eye he chanced to light
On Dolphin in the self-same plight.
" I die, " he moaned, " and yet with joy —
For you die with me too, my boy. "

MORAL

Revenge is sweet, aye even in death —
That's what the heathen Tunny saith.
Perhaps 'tis true, perhaps 'tis funny,
And still 'twas wicked of the Tunny.
Though pard'ning the untutored fish,
I 'd never harbor such a wish.