Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, <br />And black are the waters that sparkled so green. <br />The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us <br />At rest in the hollows that rustle between. <br />Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow; <br />Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! <br />The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee, <br />Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas. <br /> <br />You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old, <br />Or your head will be sunk by your heels; <br />And summer gales and Killer Whales <br />Are bad for baby seals. <br />Are bad for baby seals, dear rat, <br />As bad as bad can be. <br />But splash and grow strong, <br />And you can't be wrong, <br />Child of the Open Sea!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-seal/
