seal lullaby
oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is upon us
and black are the waters that sparkled so green.
the moon, o'er the combers, looks down to find us
at rest in the hollows that rustle below.
where billow meets billow, there soft make a pillow
oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease.
the storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
by rudyard kipling
