Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way. ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes. To execute pianos and to fiddle with success, With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;...
King Joris was a kind-eyed king, A dear old, gentle, smiling thing; But 'though by nature meek and mild, Two things could drive him raving wild, Dishonesty, its naughty ways; Ingratitude, its sting. ...
Captain O'Hare was a mariner brave; He refused to abandon his ship; A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave, And his widow is now Mrs. Bipp, Haw! Haw! His widow is now Mrs. Bipp! ...
Whenas, (I love that 'whenas' word, It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with his tra-la-loo, He little thought one donkey's back...