English poem
The Ichthyosaurus
by Joseph Victor von Scheffel (1826–1886)
Es rauscht in den Schachtelhalmen, Verd'chtig leuchtet das Meer, Da schwimmt mit Thr'nen im Auge Ein Ichthyosaurus daher. The rushes are strangely rustling, The ocean uncannily gleams, As with tears in his eyes down gushing, An Ichthyosaurus swims. He bewails the frightful corruption Of his age, for an awful tone Has lately been noticed by many In the Lias formation shown. 'The Plesiosaurus, the elder, Goes roaring about on a spree; The Plerodactylus even Comes flying as drunk as can be. 'The Iguanodon, the blackguard, Deserves to be publicly hissed, Since he lately in open daylight The Ichthyosaura kissed. 'The end of the world is coming, Things can't go on long in this way; The Lias formation can't stand it, Is all that I've got to say!' So the Ichthyosaur went walking His chalks in an angry mood; The last of his sighs extinguished In the roar and the rush of the flood. And all of the piggish Saurians Died, too, on that dreadful day; There were too many chalks against them, And of course they'd the devil to pay. And this petrifideal ditty? Who was it this song did write? 'Twas found as a fossil album leaf Upon a coprolite. Translated From The German Of Joseph Victor Scheffel By Charles G. Leland. ************ ************