They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.

[Illustration:  Sheet Music—­The Pelicans]

[Illustration]

THE PELICAN CHORUS.

    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
     No other Birds so grand we see! 
    None but we have feet like fins! 
    With lovely leathery throats and chins! 
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still

    We live on the Nile.  The Nile we love. 
    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
    On long bare islands of yellow sand. 
    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
    Wing to wing we dance around,
    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
    And this is the song we nightly snort,—­
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
    And all the Birds received her well. 
    To do her honor a feast we made
    For every bird that can swim or wade,—­
    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds: 
    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight! 
    They ate and drank and danced all night,
    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,—­
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

    Yes, they came; and among the rest
    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed. 
    Such a lovely tail!  Its feathers float
    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
    He has got no webs between his toes).

    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
    In violent love that Crane King fell,—­
    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair. 
    And before the end of the next long day
    Our Dell had given her heart away;
    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
    With a Crocodile’s egg and a large fish-tart.