ΒΡΕΚΕΚΕΚΕΞ ΚΟΑΞ ΚΟΑΞ

I love the inoffensive frog, ‘A little child, a limber elf,’ With health and spirits all agog, He does the long jump in a bog Or teaches men to swim and dive. If he should be cut up alive, Should I not be cut up myself?

So I intend to be straightway An Anti-Vivisectionist; I’ll read Miss Cobbe five hours a day And watch the little frogs at play, With no desire to see their hearts At work, or other inward parts, If other inward parts exist.