Part 16 (2/2)
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.”
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