Part 3 (1/2)
The Nyum-Nyum's love was sorrowful; And, after she had cried, She, with a brand-new carving-knife, Committed suicide.
”Alas!” the Nyum-Nyum said, ”alas!
With thee I will not part,”
And straightway seized a rolling-pin And drove it through his heart.
The mourners came and gathered up The bits that lay about; But why the ma.s.sacre had been, They could not quite make out.
One said there was a mystery Connected with the deaths; But others thought the silent ones Perhaps had lost their breaths.
The doctor soon arrived, and viewed The corpses as they lay; He could not give them life again, So he was heard to say.
But, oh! it was a horrid sight; It made the blood run cold, To see the bodies carried off And covered up with mould.
The Toves across the briny sea Wept buckets-full of tears; They were relations of the dead, And had been friends for years.
The Jabberwock upon the hill Gave forth a gloomy wail, When in his airy seat he sat, And told the awful tale.
And who can wonder that it made That loving creature cry?
For he had done the dreadful work And caused the things to die.
That Jabberwock was pa.s.sing bad-- That Jabberwock was wrong, And with this verdict I conclude One portion of my song.
_Anonymous_.
UFFIA
When sporgles spanned the floreate mead And cogwogs gleet upon the lea, Uffia gopped to meet her love Who smeeged upon the equat sea.
Dately she walked aglost the sand; The boreal wind seet in her face; The moggling waves yalped at her feet; Pangw.a.n.gling was her pace.
_Harriet R. White_.
SPIRK TROLL-DERISIVE
The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon, And wistfully gazed on the sea Where the Gryxabodill madly whistled a tune To the air of ”Ti-fol-de-ding-dee.”
The quavering shriek of the Fliupthecreek Was fitfully wafted afar To the Queen of the Wunks as she powdered her cheek With the pulverized rays of a star.
The Gool closed his ear on the voice of the Grig, And his heart it grew heavy as lead As he marked the Baldekin adjusting his wig On the opposite side of his head;
And the air it grew chill as the Gryxabodill Raised his dank, dripping fins to the skies To plead with the Plunk for the use of her bill To pick the tears out of his eyes.