The Three Badgers
The Three Badgers by Lewis Carroll
There be three Badgers on a mossy stone
Beside a dark and covered way:
Each dreams himself a monarch on his throne,
And so they stay and stay -
Though their old Father languishes alone,
They stay, and stay, and stay.
There be three Herrings loitering around,
Longing to share that mossy
Each Herring tries to sing what she has found
That makes Life seem
Thus, with a grating and uncertain sound,
They bleat, and
bleat, and bleat.
The Mother-Herring, on the salt sea-wave,
Sought vainly for her absent
The Father-Badger, writhing in a cave,
Shrieked out 'Return, my
You shall have buns,' he shrieked, 'if you'll behave!
and buns, and bun!'
'I fear,' said she, 'your sons have gone astray.
My daughters left me
while I slept.'
'Yes'm,' the Badger said: 'it's as you say.
be better kept.'
Thus the poor parents talked the time away,
and wept, and wept.
'Oh, dear beyond our dearest dreams,
Fairer than all that fairest seems!
To feast the rosy hours away,
To revel in a roundelay!
A life so free -
Ipwergis-Pudding to consume,
And drink the
'And if, in other days and hours,
Mid other fluffs and other flowers,
The choice were given me how to dine -
"Name what thou wilt: it shall be
Oh, then I see
The life for me -
And drink the subtle Azzigoom!'
The Badgers did not care to talk to Fish:
They did not dote on Herrings'
They never had experienced the dish
To which that name belongs:
'And oh, to pinch their tails,' (this was their wish,)
'With tongs, yea,
tongs, and tongs!'
'And are not these the Fish,' the Eldest sighed,
'Whose Mother dwells
beneath the foam?'
'They are the Fish!' the Second one replied.
they have left their home!'
'Oh, wicked Fish,' the Youngest Badger cried,
'To roam, yea, roam, and roam!'
Gently the Badgers trotted to the shore -
The sandy shore that fringed
Each in his mouth a living Herring bore -
Those aged ones waxed
Clear rang their voices through the ocean's roar,
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