WERRY LIKE A WHALE.

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 157, 21 October 1876, Page 2

WERRY LIKE A WHALE.

BY MILES TWAMM-AT.. That interesting quadruped, Dickey Miles' donkey, has been studying Evolution with the following result:— I've evolved into a donkey, though I might have been a monkey If Progressive Transformation had not made me such a hass; In the course of Transmutation from the Primal Generation And Cretaceous formation—l'm gramniverous for grass — I was found amongst the strata, though I quite forget the data, Before my vertebrata had developed such a

tail; When Dickey takes his cordial, he says

though I'm "Primordial, A donkey by purfession," still I'm " werry

like a whale."

In ages past, the Miocene in contact wit

the Pliocene, Brought Ungulates, and Rodents, and Ceta-

cea to life; But first of all, the Ammonites, in union with the Gammonites, Were struggling for existence in the Para-

sitic strife. My Annilose progenitors were very like]

senators, Amongst the Larval Annelids, on embryonii

scale, And because the Rhizapoda came along wit

Trematoda, My owner, Dickey Miles, declares I'm " werry like a whale."

Theßishop saysDentitionmarks the hanimal'j position, Each has its special mission, from the rep. tile to the skunk ; The pig has tusks to bore a hole—though it is Carnivora— And the elephant, that roarer, locks his teetl within his trunk. There's a gap, he says, between us and tin great colossal genus Called Zeugloden; but Hutton says sucl talk is no avail, For the Primal distribution of the Bridging Convolution, Is proof convincing that a hass is "werrj like a whale."

Then Coughtrey says that fishes, thougl they're very dainty dishes, Have scales like human beings, and birds have quadrate bones. This shocked Professor Salmon(d), "who called Evolution "gammon," And shook his fist at Bobby G ,in lout and angry tones. That antiquated Fossil, Dickey Miles, sn knowing boss 'll Be kicking up a shindy, and perhaps hel stop my kail, And blow my blessed eyes, sir, for thought takes the 'Tiser, He hates to hear me spouting, though I'n " werry like a whale." — "Frank Fudge," in the '■'Saturdm Advertiser."