A Canadian child's ABC, Page 12
UPON our stamps he used to stand
For he is emblem of the land.
No more we see him on the stamp;
Our only chance is when we camp.
But he is shy, and when he goes
A-swimming, you can see his nose,
And nothing more except his track.
If he ’s alarmed, a mighty smack
Of his flat tail, and he ’s gone clean,
Like any other submarine.