Part 12 (1/2)
They have not been behaving well.
For ere they took a single bite, They all began to scold and fight.
The little boy whose name was Ned, He wanted jelly on his bread; The little boy whose name was Sam, He vowed he would have damson jam; The little boy whose name was Phil Said, ”I'll have honey! _Yes_--I--WILL!!”
BUT--
The little boy whose name was Paul, While they were quarrelling, ate it all.
JUMBO JEE.
There were some kings, in number three, Who built the tower of Jumbo Jee.
They built it up to a monstrous height, At eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.
They built it up for forty miles, With mutual bows and pleasing smiles; And then they sat on the edge to rest, And partook of lunch with a cheerful zest.
And first they ate of the porkly pie, And wondered why they had built so high; And next they drank of the ginger wine, Which gave their noses a regal s.h.i.+ne.
They drank to the health of Jumbo Jee, Until they could neither hear nor see.
They drank to the health of Jumbo Land, Until they could neither walk nor stand.
They drank to the health of Jumbo Tower Until they really could drink no more; And then they sank in a blissful swoon, And flung their crowns at the rising moon.
AN INDIAN BALLAD.
Whopsy Whittlesey Whanko Whee, Howly old, growly old Indian he, Lived on the hills of the Mungo-Paws, With all his pappooses and all his squaws.
There was Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose, And Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose: There was Pecksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too, But the fairest of all was Michiky Moo.
Michiky Moo, the Savory Tart, Pride of Whittlesey Whanko's heart; Michiky Moo, the Cherokee Pie, Apple of Whittlesey Whanko's eye.
Whittlesey Whanko loved her so That the other squaws did with envy glow; And each said to the other, ”Now, what shall we do To spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo?”
”We'll lure her away to the mountain top, And there her head we will neatly chop.”
”We'll wile her away to the forest's heart, And shoot her down with a poisoned dart.”
”We'll lead her away to the river-side, And there she shall be the Manito's bride.”
”Oh! one of these things we will surely do, And we'll spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo.”
”Michiky Moo, thou Cherokee Pie, Away with me to the mountain high!”
”Nay, my sister, I will not roam.
I'm safer and happier here at home.”
”Michiky Moo, thou Savory Tart, Away with me to the forest's heart!”
”Nay! my sister, I will not go; I fear the dart of some hidden foe.”
”Michiky Moo, old Whittlesey's pride, Away with me to the river-side!”
”Nay! my sister, for fear I fall!
And wouldst thou come if thou heardst me call?”
”Now choose thee, choose thee thy way of death!
For soon thou shalt draw thy latest breath!