Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence, And didn't know what to do next, Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert,' And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'

They didn't think much to the Ocean: The waves, they was fiddlin' and small, There was no wrecks and nobody drownded, Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

At that Mother got proper blazing, 'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she. 'What, waste all our lives raising children To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'

A grand little lad was young Albert, All dressed in his best; quite a swell With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle, The finest that Woolworth's could sell.