I see a goose ring a hog, And a snail that bit a dog; Thou hast well drunken, man: Who"s the fool now?
I see a mouse catch the cat, Fie! man, fie!
I see a mouse catch the cat, Who"s the fool now?
I see a mouse catch the cat, And the cheese to eat the rat; Thou hast well drunken, man: Who"s the fool now?
From _Deuteromelia printed in the reign of James I_.
_THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO_
I
On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle, One old jug without a handle,-- These were all his worldly goods: In the middle of the woods, These were all the worldly goods Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
II
Once, among the Bong-trees walking Where the early pumpkins blow, To a little heap of stones Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There he heard a Lady talking, To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,-- ""Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
On that little heap of stones Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
III
"Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
Sitting where the pumpkins blow, Will you come and be my wife?"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, "I am tired of living singly,-- On this coast so wild and shingly,-- I"m a-weary of my life; If you"ll come and be my wife, Quite serene would be my life!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
IV
"On this Coast of Coromandel Shrimps and watercresses grow, Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
"You shall have my chairs and candle, And my jug without a handle!
Gaze upon the rolling deep (Fish is plentiful and cheap): As the sea, my love is deep!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Lady Jingly answered sadly, And her tears began to flow,-- "Your proposal comes too late, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
I would be your wife most gladly!"
(Here she twirled her fingers madly,) "But in England I"ve a mate!
Yes! you"ve asked me far too late, For in England I"ve a mate, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!"
VI
Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,-- Handel Jones, Esquire & Co.) Dorking fowls delights to send, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle, And your jug without a handle,-- I can merely be your friend!
Should my Jones more Dorkings send, I will give you three, my friend!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
VII
"Though you"ve such a tiny body, And your head so large doth grow,-- Though your hat may blow away, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Though you"re such a Hoddy Doddy, Yet I wish that I could modi- fy the words I needs must say!
Will you please to go away?
That is all I have to say, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!"
VIII
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle, Where the early pumpkins blow, To the calm and silent sea Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle, Lay a large and lively Turtle.
"You"re the Cove," he said, "for me: On your back beyond the sea, Turtle, you shall carry me!"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
IX
Through the silent roaring ocean Did the Turtle swiftly go; Holding fast upon his sh.e.l.l Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
With a sad primaeval motion Toward the sunset isles of Boshen Still the Turtle bore him well, Holding fast upon his sh.e.l.l.
"Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
X
From the Coast of Coromandel Did that Lady never go, On that heap of stones she mourns For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
On that Coast of Coromandel, In his jug without a handle Still she weeps, and daily moans; On the little heap of stones To her Dorking Hens she moans, For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
_Edward Lear_.
_THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES_
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said, "Some day you may lose them all,"
He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink Lavender water tinged with pink; For she said, "The World in general knows There"s nothing so good for a Pobble"s toes!"
The Pobble who has no toes Swam across the Bristol Channel; But before he set out he wrapped his nose In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm Can come to his toes if his nose is warm; And it"s perfectly known that a Pobble"s toes Are safe--provided he minds his nose."