There's nothing makes a greenland whale
Feel half so high and mighty
As sitting on a mantelpiece
In aunty mabel's nighty.

It makes a change from freezing seas,
(Of which a whale can tire),
To warm his weary tail at ease
Before an english fire.

For this delight he leaves the seas
(Unknown to aunty mabel),
Returning only when the dawn
Lights up the breakfast table.