Chapter VII

He made no laws, he made no fuss; he just sat on his throne
With a genial simplicity peculiarly his own.
The Plesiosaur, the Teleosaur, the Early Crocodile,
The weird Cretaceous ocean-folk, who never, never smile--
All worshipped the old Zagabog,
The quaint, benignant Zagabog
Of that enchanted Isle.