By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye In the city's offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie, By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God,...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, A kind of trance where men told the truth! His mind was filled with wond'ring doubt;...
I dinna ken what is the maitter wi' Jeams, He canna get sleepit at nicht for his dreams, An' aye when he waukens he granes and he screams Till he fair pits the shakers on me! ...
Biologists are prone to sniff At hybrids like the Hyppogriff. In evolution's plan, they say, There is no place for such as they. A horse with wings could not have more...
No, I won't, thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin', no! And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know; And it's 'Belle, tell us, do!' and it's 'Belle, is it true?'...