I met a man named Niwrad,

whom exceptional intelligence was bestowed,

when on a royal Beagle he rode.

He said yesterday I crawled out the sea,

I of single mass doubled it and walked on four.

My disposition growing weary,

I stood on two and abandoned my fur coat.

Jolly good Mr. Niwrad,

What about my saline globes,

Please sir, tell me the story of my sight.