The Walrus and the Carpenter "But not on us," the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said, "Do you admire the view?" "It was so kind of you to come, I wish you were not quite so deaf- "It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "I weep for you," the Walrus said, With sobs and tears he sorted out "O Oysters," said the Carpenter, But answer came there none- 899 Lewis Carroll. I AM NIRVANA A Clam! Come learn of me Unclouded peace and calm content, Serene, supreme tranquillity, Where thoughtless dreams and dreamless thoughts are blent. When the salt tide is rising to the flood, I do not shudder when in chowder stewed, If jarring tempests beat upon my bed, I do not care: as I have said, All's one to me; A Clam I am. Unknown. THE CATFISH THE saddest fish that swims the briny ocean, The Catfish I bewail. I cannot even think without emotion Of his distressful tail. When with my pencil once I tried to draw one, (I dare not show it here) Mayhap it is because I never saw one, The picture looked so queer. The Owl and the Pussy-Cat I vision him half feline and half fishy, Unmixable as vitriol and vichy A thing of fur and fins. A feline Tantalus, forever chasing His finny self forever self-effacing In circles without end. This tale may have a Moral running through it As Esop had in his; If so, dear reader, you are welcome to it, If you know what it is! 901 Oliver Herford. WAR RELIEF "CAN you spare a Threepenny bit, "For Job's Turkey's benefit? I've engaged the Opera House!" Said Miss Turkey, "save advice, I am getting up a Fair, To relieve the Poor Church Mice." Oliver Herford. THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT THE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money The Owl looked up to the stars above, "Oh, lovely Pussy, oh, Pussy, my love, ་ What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!" Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl, Oh, let us be married; too long we have tarried: They sailed away for a year and a day, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." So they took it away and were married next day Orphan Born May no revolution shock you, May the earthquake gently rock you While the sentimental panthers Sniff the pollen-laden anthers 903 While the pelican is pining, May the song that I am singing I have just one wish to utter— While, according to convention, Señorita Maraquita, Muy bonita, pobracita! Hear me weep!- But the night is growing wetter, Arthur Guiterman. ORPHAN BORN I AM a lone, unfathered chick, Of artificial hatching. A pilgrim in a desert wild, By happier, mothered chicks reviled, From all relationships exiled, To do my own lone scratching. |