Otters

I'LL be an otter, and I'll let you swim A mate beside me; we will venture down A deep, full river when the sky above Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we; Thick-coated; no dog's tooth can bite at our veins With ears and eyes of poachers; deep-earthed ones Turned hunters: let him slip past, The little vole, my teeth are on an edge For the King-fish of the River! I hold him up The glittering salmon that smells of the sea: I hold him up and whistle! Now we go Back to our earth; we will tear and eat Sea-smelling salmon: you will tell the cubs I am the Booty-brmger: I am the Lord Of the River the deep, dark, full, and flowing River!