The Whale

Portrait of Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc 1870–1953

The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor serve him in a dish;

But you may cut his blubber up And melt it down for oil. And so replace the colza bean (A product of the soil).

These facts should all be noted down And ruminated on, By every boy in Oxford town

Who wants to be a Don.

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