Lobster primping before a mirror details

’Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,
    “You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.”
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
    Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.

When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
    And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark,
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
    His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.