Part 34 (1/2)

Its legs were four, its tail was one, So one gallant swore by the sun It therefore was a horse; ”Nay!” cried the next, ”this talk is idle.

If 'twere a horse, 'twould have a bridle, A saddle, too, of course.”

”It has a horn, you will perceive, We'll therefore call it, by your leave, A unicorn of pride.”

The others vowed by stick and fiddle The unicorn wore his horn in the middle, And not upon the side.

”I call't a lion!” said the third.

”Nay!” cried the fourth, ”that's _too_ absurd!

The creature has no mane.

To one who has a judgment fair, It would appear to be a bear; And this I will maintain.”

The beast (I'll tell the secret now!

'Twas Farmer Giles's one-horned cow, Her other horn was broken) Advanced, meanwhile, toward the four, And as 'twas supper-time and more, Mooed loud, by way of token.

With shriek and scream those gallants gay To London town fled back away, As fast as they might fare.

And when at home they stopped to rest 'em, A whole menagerie had chased 'em, As every one could swear.

A GARDEN JINGLE.

Three little peas, Three little peas, Three little peas in a pod.

The pod it was green, And fair to be seen, But they wanted to go abroad.

And ”Oh,” said they, ”To be far away, Out in the air so green!

To flutter and fly Like the birds that go by!

We would envy nor king nor queen.”

Three little peas, Three little peas, Three little peas in a pod.

My Harry he took them, And rattled and shook them, And fired them all abroad.

The first one fell Right into the well, And learned how to float and swim.

The second did fly Into Roderick's eye, And sorely disgusted him.

But the third little pea, Right venturesomely, Straight up in the air it flew; And it stared in surprise With both of its eyes, To find that the air was blue.

THE BABY GOES TO BOSTON.

What does the train say?

Jiggle joggle, jiggle joggle!

What does the train say?

Jiggle joggle jee!

Will the little baby go Riding with the locomo?

Loky moky poky stoky Smoky choky chee!