["The Bishop of Adelaide, in writing to a colonial friend,
states that while riding along the sea-beach he came across
a dead sea-serpent, about 60 feet in length.... The Bishop
describes his 'find' as the most peculiar animal he has ever
seen."--_Daily Paper_.]
The Bishop saw the Serpent
A lying very near--
"Now, in the name of truth," says he,
"We'll have no lying here."
It was the Great Sea-Serpent,
Stretched out upon the shore--
It measured--well, no matter what,
It was all that, and more.
"He's dead! the Great Sea-Serpent!"
The Bishop cried, with glee,
"And now there is no Serpent
Within my present See."
'Tis scotched, not killed; for, sure as fate,
We'll fifty bet to five,
That, when the Season's dead, The Great
Sea-Serpent will revive.
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