Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their tails! Let's-oh, anything, daddy, so long as it's you and me, And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea! Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and stick, And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it -quick! How the Leopard Got His Spots. I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; I let them rest from nine till five, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men. But different folk have different views; She keeps ten million serving-men, She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs, The Elephant's Child. This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. Run in a single burst-only event of its kind— Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma, Kangaroo bounded away, his back-legs working like pistonsBounded from morning till dark, twenty-five feet at a bound. Yellow-Dog Dingo lay like a yellow cloud in the distanceMuch too busy to bark. My! but they covered the ground! Nobody knows where they went, or followed the track that they flew in, For that Continent had n't been given a name. They ran thirty degrees, from Torres Straits to the Leeuwin (Look at the Atlas, please), then they ran back as they came. S'posing you could trot from Adelaide to the Pacific, Yes, my importunate son, you'd be a Marvellous Kid! I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will! Yes, weekly from Southampton, (Roll down-roll down to Rio!). I've never seen a Jaguar Nor yet an Armadill— O dilloing in his armour, Unless I go to Rio These wonders to behold- The Beginning of the Armadilloes. China-going P. and O.'s Pass Pau Amma's playground close, And his Pusat Tasek lies Near the track of most B. I.'s N.Y.K. and N.D.L. Know Pau Amma's home as well Must go round another way. U.C.S. would have a fit If it found itself on it. And if "Beavers" took their cargoes To Penang instead of Lagos, Or a fat Shaw-Savill bore Passengers to Singapore, Or a White Star were to try a Little trip to Sourabaya, Or a B.S.A. went on Past Natal to Cheribon, Then great Mr. Lloyds would come You'll know what my riddle means When you've eaten mangosteens. The Crab That Played with the Sea. Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave! Pussy will play man-Friday till It's time to wet her paw And make her walk on the window-sill And scratches and won't attend. Pussy will rub my knees with her head But the very minute I go to my bed And there she stays till the morning-light; But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night, The Cat That Walked by Himself. There was never a Queen like Balkis, There was never a King like Solomon, As a man would talk to a man. She was Queen of Sabæa—. And he was Asia's Lord But they both of 'em talked to butterflies When they took their walks abroad! The Butterfly That Stamped. THE LOOKING-GLASS (A Country Dance) UEEN Bess was Harry's daughter. Stand forward QUEEN partners all! In ruff and stomacher and gown She danced King Philip down-a down, And left her shoe to show 'twas true— (The very tune I'm playing you) In Norgem at Brickwall!1 The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old, Queen Bess was Harry's daughter. Now hand your partners all! 'A pair of Queen Elizabeth's shoes are still at Brickwall House, Northiam, Sussex. |