Duck And Oyster.

        Once on a time there lived a duck,
            And by its fishing it did thrive;
        So one day it longed to suck
            An oyster and for one did dive.

        The oyster near shore lay open,
            The duck, its gizzard for to fill,
        Resolved that he would pop in
            Between the shells his sharp bill.

        And then he would have glorious treat,
            But oyster closed on it its shell,
        And duck it got no oyster meat,
            But worse than that the duck befell.

        This oyster was so very large,
            It held the duck's head under water,
        And towed small oysters like a barge,
            Each one clung to it like squatter.

        Duck it died of too much moisture,
            And it floated towards the beach,
        And to its bill clung big oyster,
            Sticking to it like a horse leach.

        On the shore there stood a shyster,
            Watching fat duck floating to him,
        And the wondrous big oyster,
            How fine it would be to stew them.

        Alas the duck lost its dinner,
            And at the same time lost its life,
        But on it dined a hungry sinner,
            Who did reap all the spoils of strife.

        For when the duck to land did float,
            It towed small oysters not a few,
        For it sailed like to a boat,
            With fat duck pie and oyster stew.

        None can the poor duck's fate bewail,
            For it reckoned without its host,
        It strove for conquest and did fail,
            Fighting for spoil it battle lost.

        You see the wild duck did not know,
            When it attacked the big oyster,
        It had to fight a numerous foe,
            Of these shell fish a whole cluster.

        Borne feathers on briny billow,
            They were full of springy down,
        And they made a glorious pillow,
            Where fellow he could rest his crown.

        This chap he did not plow nor sow,
            But from sea and land he did reap
        The wealth that others caused to grow,
            And thus he treasures up did heap.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

James McIntyre

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Dairy Odes.

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Lines On Methodist Union, September, 1883.

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