A flying-fish, tired of her lot,
Unto her mother thus complain'd:—
"You may be pleas'd, but I am not,
To live forever thus constrain'd.
I cannot leap into the air,
But what the eagle's waiting there.
And if I dive into the sea,
The dolphin there is after me."
The dame replied in accents mild,
"I've found in this strange world, my child,
And now must let you know,
For medium folks as you and I,
We should not ever soar too high,
Nor ever dive too low."
