And white, rounded belly, the Bull-frog, 



See his little white belly, the Bull-frog ! 



Now he watches the Skunk, As-sa-fe-tah, 



The snow-white, the stealthy exhaler, 



Lest he creep up too near to his deary, 



To his love, to his deary paludal, 



To his green-streaked and tender limbed deary, 



In the little, mossed, moonlit lagoon 



Come then, the Horned Owl with hootings, 



And drive Sir Mephitus away 



Away then ! Avaunt from my charmer ! 



From my love then, away ! 



To-whoop and away I 



And away! 



SONG NO. 2. 



(AFTER AN APPROVED MODEL.) 

 * SICK, sick, sick ! Oh ! moan of the long, long waves, 

 Dirging desolate wails for a scarified heart, 

 Beating, beating dull tambours of woe 

 Along the drear wastes, where her graceless art, 

 Where the wheedling gloss and ostensible flow 



*This Spasmody was sung by the disappointed Photos, on seeing 

 the object of his hopes retire with a rival. 



