WATERTON’S OGOPOGO(A reply to Chris. Casual)Chris Casual laughed a mighty laughAnd took a pen in hand,To write a jingle ribbing Doug,He ribbed to beat the band.But who is Chris, we’d like to know, Who, not the least awake,Was miles away when Ogopogo Frolicked in the lake.Now Doug was modest, Chris Casual, And thought of such as you.Who won’t believe a freakish thing Outside the city zoo.He said the beast was ten feet long Or thereabout at best,But those who saw, saw forty feetA swimming east and west.* .The beastie gamboled in the lake And flipped a coil or two,It raised its h '-d and looked around—And this we know is true,—The speed it travelled in the deep Was fast as Baalim’s boat,And twice as fast, in fact the thing Has quite got Baalim’s goat.And never once did it touch shore, Nor dream its public fate.And suddenly one person cried, “Look there — see — there’s its mate!’*There, sure enough, and farther down,Its pal reared up its head,And Chris Incredulous, the sight Would most have struck you dead.Now twenty persons can’t be wrong, And all observed the play,Of Ogopogo and his pal Upon a holiday.Let doubling Thomases still doubt, And deem themselves full wise, Who won’t believe a thing unless