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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13649 ***
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+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+
+A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+
+by
+
+EDWARD LEAR
+
+Author of the _Book of Nonsense_, _More Nonsense_,
+_Nonsense Songs, Stories_, etc., etc.
+
+With all the Original Illustrations
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+    LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+        THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
+        THE TWO OLD BACHELORS
+        THE PELICAN CHORUS
+        THE YONGHY-BONGHY-Bò
+        THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES
+        THE NEW VESTMENTS
+        MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS
+        THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT
+        THE CUMMERBUND
+        THE AKOND OF SWAT
+
+    NONSENSE BOTANY
+
+      " ALPHABET, No. 5
+      "    "      No. 6
+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS.
+
+
+THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When awful darkness and silence reign
+    Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+        Through the long, long wintry nights;
+    When the angry breakers roar
+    As they beat on the rocky shore;
+        When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+    Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--
+
+    Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
+    There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
+        A lonely spark with silvery rays
+        Piercing the coal-black night,--
+        A Meteor strange and bright:
+    Hither and thither the vision strays,
+        A single lurid light.
+
+    Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
+    Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
+    And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+    A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+    And those who watch at that midnight hour
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
+       "The Dong! the Dong!
+      The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+        The Dong! the Dong!
+      The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+        Long years ago
+      The Dong was happy and gay,
+    Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
+      Who came to those shores one day.
+    For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
+    Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
+        Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
+      And the rocks are smooth and gray.
+    And all the woods and the valleys rang
+    With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve._"
+
+    Happily, happily passed those days!
+      While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
+        They danced in circlets all night long,
+        To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
+      In moonlight, shine, or shade.
+    For day and night he was always there
+    By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
+    With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
+    Till the morning came of that hateful day
+    When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
+    And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
+    Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
+    Ever keeping his weary eyes on
+    That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
+    Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
+    As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve_."
+
+    But when the sun was low in the West,
+        The Dong arose and said,--
+    "What little sense I once possessed
+        Has quite gone out of my head!"
+    And since that day he wanders still
+    By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
+    Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
+    Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
+    For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
+    Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+
+        Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
+        Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
+        And because by night he could not see,
+        He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
+          On the flowery plain that grows.
+          And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
+        A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
+
+    Of vast proportions and painted red,
+    And tied with cords to the back of his head.
+        In a hollow rounded space it ended
+        With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
+            All fenced about
+            With a bandage stout
+            To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
+        And with holes all round to send the light
+        In gleaming rays on the dismal night
+
+    And now each night, and all night long,
+    Over those plains still roams the Dong;
+    And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
+    You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
+    While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
+    To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
+    Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
+    The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+    And all who watch at the midnight hour,
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
+    Moving along through the dreary night,--
+       "This is the hour when forth he goes,
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+        Yonder, over the plain he goes,--
+            He goes!
+            He goes,--
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
+One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
+Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
+"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
+Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
+And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
+And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
+But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+
+Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
+"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!
+If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
+But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+
+Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
+And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
+They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
+In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+
+But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
+And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
+And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
+An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
+Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all studious as he sits,--
+And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
+Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),--
+When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps."
+
+Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
+The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
+And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
+They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+
+"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!
+We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+
+But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
+At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
+And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
+At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
+And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
+                                                          of Stuffin'),
+The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+
+They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
+And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Pelicans]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+
+    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
+     No other Birds so grand we see!
+    None but we have feet like fins!
+    With lovely leathery throats and chins!
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still
+
+    We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
+    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
+    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
+    On long bare islands of yellow sand.
+    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
+    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
+
+    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
+    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
+    Wing to wing we dance around,
+    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
+    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
+    And this is the song we nightly snort,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
+    And all the Birds received her well.
+    To do her honor a feast we made
+    For every bird that can swim or wade,--
+    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
+    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
+    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
+    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
+    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
+    They ate and drank and danced all night,
+    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
+    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Yes, they came; and among the rest
+    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
+    Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
+    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
+    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
+    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
+    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
+    He has got no webs between his toes).
+
+    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
+    In violent love that Crane King fell,--
+    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
+    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
+    And before the end of the next long day
+    Our Dell had given her heart away;
+    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
+    With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.
+    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
+    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
+    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
+    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    And far away in the twilight sky
+    We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
+    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
+    And we stood alone in the silent night!
+    Often since, in the nights of June,
+    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--
+
+    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
+    And we probably never shall meet again!
+    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
+    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,--
+    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
+    And we probably never shall see her more.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Yonghy Bonghy Bò]
+
+THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÃ’.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the Coast of Coromandel
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          In the middle of the woods
+      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
+    One old jug without a handle,--
+          These were all his worldly goods:
+          In the middle of the woods,
+          These were all the worldly goods
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bò.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    Once, among the Bong-trees walking
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To a little heap of stones
+      Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There he heard a Lady talking,
+    To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,--
+        "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
+          On that little heap of stones
+          Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+   "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
+         Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
+           Will you come and be my wife?"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "I am tired of living singly--
+    On this coast so wild and shingly,--
+          I'm a-weary of my life;
+          If you'll come and be my wife,
+          Quite serene would be my life!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    "On this Coast of Coromandel
+         Shrimps and watercresses grow,
+           Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "You shall have my chairs and candle,
+    And my jug without a handle!
+          Gaze upon the rolling deep
+         (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
+          As the sea, my love is deep!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    Lady Jingly answered sadly,
+         And her tears began to flow,--
+          "Your proposal comes too late,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    I would be your wife most gladly!"
+    (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
+         "But in England I've a mate!
+          Yes! you've asked me far too late,
+          For in England I've a mate,
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+   "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,--
+         Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
+           Dorking fowls delights to send,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
+    And your jug without a handle,--
+          I can merely be your friend!
+          Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
+          I will give you three, my friend!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VII.
+
+   "Though you've such a tiny body,
+         And your head so large doth grow,--
+           Though your hat may blow away,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,
+    Yet I wish that I could modi-
+          fy the words I needs must say!
+          Will you please to go away?
+          That is all I have to say,
+      Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!"
+
+
+                    VIII.
+
+    Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To the calm and silent sea
+       Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
+    Lay a large and lively Turtle.
+         "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
+          On your back beyond the sea,
+          Turtle, you shall carry me!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+
+                    IX.
+
+    Through the silent-roaring ocean
+        Did the Turtle swiftly go;
+          Holding fast upon his shell
+      Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    With a sad primaeval motion
+    Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
+          Still the Turtle bore him well.
+          Holding fast upon his shell,
+         "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    X.
+
+    From the Coast of Coromandel
+        Did that Lady never go;
+          On that heap of stones she mourns
+      For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    On that Coast of Coromandel,
+    In his jug without a handle
+        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
+        On that little heap of stones
+        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+
+
+THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Had once as many as we;
+    When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"
+        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
+    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
+    Lavender water tinged with pink;
+    For she said, "The World in general knows
+    There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes,
+        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
+    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
+        In a piece of scarlet flannel.
+    For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
+    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
+    And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
+    Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    The Pobble swam fast and well,
+        And when boats or ships came near him,
+    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
+        So that all the world could hear him.
+    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
+    When they saw him nearing the further side,--
+   "He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
+    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    But before he touched the shore,--
+        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
+    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
+        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
+    And when he came to observe his feet,
+    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
+    His face at once became forlorn
+    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And nobody ever knew,
+        From that dark day to the present,
+    Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
+        In a manner so far from pleasant.
+    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
+    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
+    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
+    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
+    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
+        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
+    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
+    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
+    And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
+    That Pobbles are happier without their toes."
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+
+    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
+    Who invented a purely original dress;
+    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
+    He opened the door and walked into the street.
+
+    By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
+    In the middle of which he inserted his head;
+    His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
+    The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
+    His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
+    His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
+    His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
+    His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
+    His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
+    And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
+    And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
+    A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+
+    He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
+    Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
+    And from every long street and dark lane in the town
+    Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
+    Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
+    Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
+    Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
+    And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
+    An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
+    Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
+    And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
+    Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
+    He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
+    For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
+    They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
+    They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
+    And now from the housetops with screechings descend
+    Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
+    They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
+    When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
+    They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
+    And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
+    They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
+    Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+
+    And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
+   "I will not wear a similar dress any more,
+    Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+
+                    I.
+
+    Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Climbed to the top of a wall.
+      And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
+      And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
+        And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
+    They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
+    And both were as happy as happy could be,
+            Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,--
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head,
+      Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos!
+
+
+                    II.
+
+   "Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
+        Just like pieces of stone,
+      On to the thorns, or into the moat,
+      What would become of your new green coat?
+        And might you not break a bone?
+    It never occurred to me before,
+    That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"
+            And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            What put it into your head
+      To climb up this wall, my own
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    Mr. Discobbolos answered,
+       "At first it gave me pain,
+      And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
+      When your exclamation made me think
+        We might never get down again!
+    But now I believe it is wiser far
+    To remain for ever just where we are."
+            And Mr. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head
+      We shall never go down again,
+                        Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Stood up and began to sing,--
+     "Far away from hurry and strife
+      Here we will pass the rest of life,
+        Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
+    We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
+    No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
+            From worry of life we've fled;
+            Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            There is no more trouble ahead,
+      Sorrow or any such thing,
+                        For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
+        The Quangle Wangle sat,
+    But his face you could not see,
+        On account of his Beaver Hat.
+    For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
+    With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
+    And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
+    So that nobody ever could see the face
+            Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "Jam, and jelly, and bread
+        Are the best of food for me!
+    But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
+    The plainer than ever it seems to me
+    That very few people come this way
+    And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
+            Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
+    And they said, "Did ever you see
+        Any spot so charmingly airy?
+    May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+    O please let us come and build a nest
+    Of whatever material suits you best,
+            Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
+    The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
+        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
+    (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
+    And all of them said, "We humbly beg
+    We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+       Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And the Golden Grouse came there,
+        And the Pobble who has no toes,
+    And the small Olympian bear,
+        And the Dong with a luminous nose.
+    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
+    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
+    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,--
+    All came and built on the lovely Hat
+      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+                    VI.
+
+    And the Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "When all these creatures move
+        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
+    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
+    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
+    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
+    And all were as happy as happy could be,
+      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUMMERBUND.
+An Indian Poem.
+
+                    I.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    To watch the Evening Star,
+And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+    Cried, "My! how fair you are!"
+Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
+And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+    Hung down from Tchokis blue.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+Below her home the river rolled
+    With soft meloobious sound,
+Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+    In myriads circling round.
+Above, on tallest trees remote
+    Green Ayahs perched alone,
+And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+    Its melancholy tone.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+And where the purple Nullahs threw
+    Their branches far and wide,
+And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+    In silence, side by side,
+The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+    Rose on the flagrant air,
+And oft the angry Jampan howled
+    Deep in his hateful lair.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    She heard the Nimmak hum,
+When all at once a cry arose,
+    "The Cummerbund is come!"
+In vain she fled: with open jaws
+    The angry monster followed,
+And so (before assistance came)
+    That Lady Fair was swollowed.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+They sought in vain for even a bone
+    Respectfully to bury;
+They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+    (And Echo answered, "Very.")
+They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+    Where last her form was seen,
+And underneath they wrote these words,
+    In yellow, blue, and green:
+"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+    Nor sit out late at night,
+Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+    And swollow you outright."
+
+
+NOTE.--First published in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
+
+
+
+
+THE AKOND OF SWAT.
+
+
+    Who, or why, or which, or _what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
+    Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
+    Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
+    Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
+    And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
+    Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
+    Does he cross his T's and finish his I's              with a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Can he write a letter concisely clear
+    Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people like him extremely well?
+    Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
+                                                    At the Akond of Swat?
+
+    If he catches them then, either old or young,
+    Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or _shot_,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
+    Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
+                                                     O the Akond of Swat!
+
+    Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
+    Or doesn't he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    To amuse his mind do his people show him
+    Pictures, or any one's last new poem,                    or WHAT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
+    Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
+    Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
+    Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
+    Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
+    Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
+    Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
+    When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
+    And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
+    When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
+    Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
+    Who or which or why or what
+                                                    Is the Akond of Swat!
+
+
+NOTE.--For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
+The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE BOTANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Armchairia Comfortabilis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bassia Palealensis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bubblia Blowpipia.]
+
+[Illustration: Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.]
+
+[Illustration: Crabbia Horrida.]
+
+[Illustration: Smalltoothcombia Domestica.]
+
+[Illustration: Knutmigrata Simplice.]
+
+[Illustration: Tureenia Ladlecum.]
+
+[Illustration: Puffia Leatherbellowsa.]
+
+[Illustration: Queeriflora Babyöides.]
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABETS.
+
+
+                     A
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    A was an Area Arch
+        Where washerwomen sat;
+    They made a lot of lovely starch
+        To starch Papa's Cravat.
+
+
+                     B
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    B was a Bottle blue,
+        Which was not very small;
+    Papa he filled it full of beer,
+        And then he drank it all.
+
+
+                     C
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    C was Papa's gray Cat,
+        Who caught a squeaky Mouse;
+    She pulled him by his twirly tail
+        All about the house.
+
+
+                     D
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    D was Papa's white Duck,
+        Who had a curly tail;
+    One day it ate a great fat frog,
+        Besides a leetle snail.
+
+
+                     E
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    E was a little Egg,
+        Upon the breakfast table;
+    Papa came in and ate it up
+        As fast as he was able.
+
+
+                     F
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    F was a little Fish.
+        Cook in the river took it
+    Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
+        And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"
+
+
+                     G
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    G was Papa's new Gun;
+        He put it in a box;
+    And then he went and bought a bun,
+        And walked about the Docks.
+
+
+                     H
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    H was Papa's new Hat;
+        He wore it on his head;
+    Outside it was completely black,
+        But inside it was red.
+
+
+                     I
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    I was an Inkstand new,
+        Papa he likes to use it;
+    He keeps it in his pocket now,
+        For fear that he should lose it.
+
+
+                     J
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    J was some Apple Jam,
+        Of which Papa ate part;
+    But all the rest he took away
+        And stuffed into a tart.
+
+
+                     K
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    K was a great new Kite;
+        Papa he saw it fly
+    Above a thousand chimney pots,
+        And all about the sky.
+
+
+                     L
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    L was a fine new Lamp;
+        But when the wick was lit,
+    Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!
+        I cannot read a bit!"
+
+
+                     M
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    M was a dish of mince;
+        It looked so good to eat!
+    Papa, he quickly ate it up,
+        And said, "This is a treat!"
+
+
+                     N
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    N was a Nut that grew
+        High up upon a tree;
+    Papa, who could not reach it, said,
+        "That's _much_ too high for me!"
+
+
+                     O
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    O was an Owl who flew
+        All in the dark away,
+    Papa said, "What an owl you are!
+        Why don't you fly by day?"
+
+                     P
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    P was a little Pig,
+        Went out to take a walk;
+    Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,
+        He'd all turn into Pork!"
+
+
+                     Q
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Q was a Quince that hung
+        Upon a garden tree;
+    Papa he brought it with him home,
+        And ate it with his tea.
+
+
+                     R
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    R was a Railway Rug
+        Extremely large and warm;
+    Papa he wrapped it round his head,
+        In a most dreadful storm.
+
+
+                     S
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    S was Papa's new Stick,
+        Papa's new thumping Stick,
+    To thump extremely wicked boys,
+        Because it was so thick.
+
+
+                     T
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    T was a tumbler full
+        Of Punch all hot and good;
+    Papa he drank it up, when in
+        The middle of a wood.
+
+
+                     U
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    U was a silver urn,
+        Full of hot scalding water;
+    Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
+        I'd give it to my daughter!"
+
+
+                     V
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    V was a Villain; once
+        He stole a piece of beef.
+    Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!
+        That Villain is a Thief!"
+
+
+                     W
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    W was a Watch of Gold:
+        It told the time of day,
+    So that Papa knew when to come,
+        And when to go away.
+
+
+                     X
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    X was King Xerxes, whom
+        Papa much wished to know;
+    But this he could not do, because
+        Xerxes died long ago.
+
+
+                     Y
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Y was a Youth, who kicked
+        And screamed and cried like mad;
+    Papa he said, "Your conduct is
+        Abominably bad!"
+
+
+                     Z
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Z was a Zebra striped
+        And streaked with lines of black;
+    Papa said once, he thought he'd like
+        A ride upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+ALPHABET, No. 6.
+
+    A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+
+    B said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+
+    C said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+
+    D said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+
+    E said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+
+    F said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+
+    G said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+
+    H said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+
+    I said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+
+    J said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+
+    K said, "A Kangaroo is here,--this picture let him see."
+
+    L said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+
+    M said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+
+    N said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+
+    O said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+
+    P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+
+    Q said, "A Quince I recommend,--a Quince, or else a Quail."
+
+    R said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+
+    S said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+
+    T said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+
+    U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+
+    V said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+
+    W said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+
+    X said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+
+    Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+
+    Z said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
+             We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little
+                 master!
+             We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
+                 disaster!"
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13649 ***
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+LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+
+A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+
+by
+
+EDWARD LEAR
+
+Author of the _Book of Nonsense_, _More Nonsense_,
+_Nonsense Songs, Stories_, etc., etc.
+
+With all the Original Illustrations
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+    LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+        THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
+        THE TWO OLD BACHELORS
+        THE PELICAN CHORUS
+        THE YONGHY-BONGHY-Bò
+        THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES
+        THE NEW VESTMENTS
+        MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS
+        THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT
+        THE CUMMERBUND
+        THE AKOND OF SWAT
+
+    NONSENSE BOTANY
+
+      " ALPHABET, No. 5
+      "    "      No. 6
+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS.
+
+
+THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When awful darkness and silence reign
+    Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+        Through the long, long wintry nights;
+    When the angry breakers roar
+    As they beat on the rocky shore;
+        When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+    Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--
+
+    Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
+    There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
+        A lonely spark with silvery rays
+        Piercing the coal-black night,--
+        A Meteor strange and bright:
+    Hither and thither the vision strays,
+        A single lurid light.
+
+    Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
+    Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
+    And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+    A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+    And those who watch at that midnight hour
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
+       "The Dong! the Dong!
+      The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+        The Dong! the Dong!
+      The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+        Long years ago
+      The Dong was happy and gay,
+    Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
+      Who came to those shores one day.
+    For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
+    Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
+        Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
+      And the rocks are smooth and gray.
+    And all the woods and the valleys rang
+    With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve._"
+
+    Happily, happily passed those days!
+      While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
+        They danced in circlets all night long,
+        To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
+      In moonlight, shine, or shade.
+    For day and night he was always there
+    By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
+    With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
+    Till the morning came of that hateful day
+    When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
+    And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
+    Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
+    Ever keeping his weary eyes on
+    That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
+    Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
+    As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve_."
+
+    But when the sun was low in the West,
+        The Dong arose and said,--
+    "What little sense I once possessed
+        Has quite gone out of my head!"
+    And since that day he wanders still
+    By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
+    Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
+    Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
+    For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
+    Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+
+        Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
+        Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
+        And because by night he could not see,
+        He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
+          On the flowery plain that grows.
+          And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
+        A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
+
+    Of vast proportions and painted red,
+    And tied with cords to the back of his head.
+        In a hollow rounded space it ended
+        With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
+            All fenced about
+            With a bandage stout
+            To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
+        And with holes all round to send the light
+        In gleaming rays on the dismal night
+
+    And now each night, and all night long,
+    Over those plains still roams the Dong;
+    And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
+    You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
+    While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
+    To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
+    Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
+    The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+    And all who watch at the midnight hour,
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
+    Moving along through the dreary night,--
+       "This is the hour when forth he goes,
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+        Yonder, over the plain he goes,--
+            He goes!
+            He goes,--
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
+One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
+Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
+"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
+Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
+And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
+And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
+But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+
+Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
+"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!
+If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
+But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+
+Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
+And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
+They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
+In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+
+But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
+And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
+And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
+An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
+Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all studious as he sits,--
+And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
+Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),--
+When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps."
+
+Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
+The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
+And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
+They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+
+"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!
+We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+
+But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
+At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
+And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
+At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
+And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
+                                                          of Stuffin'),
+The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+
+They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
+And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Pelicans]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+
+    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
+     No other Birds so grand we see!
+    None but we have feet like fins!
+    With lovely leathery throats and chins!
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still
+
+    We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
+    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
+    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
+    On long bare islands of yellow sand.
+    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
+    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
+
+    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
+    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
+    Wing to wing we dance around,
+    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
+    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
+    And this is the song we nightly snort,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
+    And all the Birds received her well.
+    To do her honor a feast we made
+    For every bird that can swim or wade,--
+    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
+    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
+    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
+    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
+    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
+    They ate and drank and danced all night,
+    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
+    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Yes, they came; and among the rest
+    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
+    Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
+    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
+    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
+    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
+    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
+    He has got no webs between his toes).
+
+    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
+    In violent love that Crane King fell,--
+    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
+    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
+    And before the end of the next long day
+    Our Dell had given her heart away;
+    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
+    With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.
+    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
+    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
+    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
+    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    And far away in the twilight sky
+    We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
+    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
+    And we stood alone in the silent night!
+    Often since, in the nights of June,
+    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--
+
+    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
+    And we probably never shall meet again!
+    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
+    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,--
+    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
+    And we probably never shall see her more.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Yonghy Bonghy Bò]
+
+THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the Coast of Coromandel
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          In the middle of the woods
+      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
+    One old jug without a handle,--
+          These were all his worldly goods:
+          In the middle of the woods,
+          These were all the worldly goods
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bò.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    Once, among the Bong-trees walking
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To a little heap of stones
+      Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There he heard a Lady talking,
+    To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,--
+        "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
+          On that little heap of stones
+          Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+   "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
+         Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
+           Will you come and be my wife?"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "I am tired of living singly--
+    On this coast so wild and shingly,--
+          I'm a-weary of my life;
+          If you'll come and be my wife,
+          Quite serene would be my life!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    "On this Coast of Coromandel
+         Shrimps and watercresses grow,
+           Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "You shall have my chairs and candle,
+    And my jug without a handle!
+          Gaze upon the rolling deep
+         (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
+          As the sea, my love is deep!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    Lady Jingly answered sadly,
+         And her tears began to flow,--
+          "Your proposal comes too late,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    I would be your wife most gladly!"
+    (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
+         "But in England I've a mate!
+          Yes! you've asked me far too late,
+          For in England I've a mate,
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+   "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,--
+         Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
+           Dorking fowls delights to send,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
+    And your jug without a handle,--
+          I can merely be your friend!
+          Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
+          I will give you three, my friend!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VII.
+
+   "Though you've such a tiny body,
+         And your head so large doth grow,--
+           Though your hat may blow away,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,
+    Yet I wish that I could modi-
+          fy the words I needs must say!
+          Will you please to go away?
+          That is all I have to say,
+      Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!"
+
+
+                    VIII.
+
+    Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To the calm and silent sea
+       Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
+    Lay a large and lively Turtle.
+         "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
+          On your back beyond the sea,
+          Turtle, you shall carry me!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+
+                    IX.
+
+    Through the silent-roaring ocean
+        Did the Turtle swiftly go;
+          Holding fast upon his shell
+      Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    With a sad primaeval motion
+    Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
+          Still the Turtle bore him well.
+          Holding fast upon his shell,
+         "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    X.
+
+    From the Coast of Coromandel
+        Did that Lady never go;
+          On that heap of stones she mourns
+      For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    On that Coast of Coromandel,
+    In his jug without a handle
+        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
+        On that little heap of stones
+        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+
+
+THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Had once as many as we;
+    When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"
+        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
+    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
+    Lavender water tinged with pink;
+    For she said, "The World in general knows
+    There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes,
+        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
+    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
+        In a piece of scarlet flannel.
+    For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
+    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
+    And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
+    Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    The Pobble swam fast and well,
+        And when boats or ships came near him,
+    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
+        So that all the world could hear him.
+    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
+    When they saw him nearing the further side,--
+   "He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
+    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    But before he touched the shore,--
+        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
+    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
+        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
+    And when he came to observe his feet,
+    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
+    His face at once became forlorn
+    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And nobody ever knew,
+        From that dark day to the present,
+    Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
+        In a manner so far from pleasant.
+    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
+    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
+    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
+    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
+    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
+        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
+    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
+    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
+    And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
+    That Pobbles are happier without their toes."
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+
+    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
+    Who invented a purely original dress;
+    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
+    He opened the door and walked into the street.
+
+    By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
+    In the middle of which he inserted his head;
+    His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
+    The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
+    His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
+    His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
+    His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
+    His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
+    His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
+    And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
+    And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
+    A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+
+    He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
+    Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
+    And from every long street and dark lane in the town
+    Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
+    Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
+    Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
+    Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
+    And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
+    An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
+    Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
+    And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
+    Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
+    He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
+    For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
+    They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
+    They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
+    And now from the housetops with screechings descend
+    Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
+    They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
+    When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
+    They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
+    And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
+    They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
+    Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+
+    And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
+   "I will not wear a similar dress any more,
+    Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+
+                    I.
+
+    Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Climbed to the top of a wall.
+      And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
+      And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
+        And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
+    They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
+    And both were as happy as happy could be,
+            Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,--
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head,
+      Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos!
+
+
+                    II.
+
+   "Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
+        Just like pieces of stone,
+      On to the thorns, or into the moat,
+      What would become of your new green coat?
+        And might you not break a bone?
+    It never occurred to me before,
+    That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"
+            And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            What put it into your head
+      To climb up this wall, my own
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    Mr. Discobbolos answered,
+       "At first it gave me pain,
+      And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
+      When your exclamation made me think
+        We might never get down again!
+    But now I believe it is wiser far
+    To remain for ever just where we are."
+            And Mr. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head
+      We shall never go down again,
+                        Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Stood up and began to sing,--
+     "Far away from hurry and strife
+      Here we will pass the rest of life,
+        Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
+    We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
+    No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
+            From worry of life we've fled;
+            Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            There is no more trouble ahead,
+      Sorrow or any such thing,
+                        For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
+        The Quangle Wangle sat,
+    But his face you could not see,
+        On account of his Beaver Hat.
+    For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
+    With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
+    And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
+    So that nobody ever could see the face
+            Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "Jam, and jelly, and bread
+        Are the best of food for me!
+    But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
+    The plainer than ever it seems to me
+    That very few people come this way
+    And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
+            Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
+    And they said, "Did ever you see
+        Any spot so charmingly airy?
+    May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+    O please let us come and build a nest
+    Of whatever material suits you best,
+            Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
+    The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
+        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
+    (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
+    And all of them said, "We humbly beg
+    We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+       Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And the Golden Grouse came there,
+        And the Pobble who has no toes,
+    And the small Olympian bear,
+        And the Dong with a luminous nose.
+    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
+    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
+    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,--
+    All came and built on the lovely Hat
+      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+                    VI.
+
+    And the Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "When all these creatures move
+        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
+    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
+    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
+    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
+    And all were as happy as happy could be,
+      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUMMERBUND.
+An Indian Poem.
+
+                    I.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    To watch the Evening Star,
+And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+    Cried, "My! how fair you are!"
+Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
+And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+    Hung down from Tchokis blue.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+Below her home the river rolled
+    With soft meloobious sound,
+Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+    In myriads circling round.
+Above, on tallest trees remote
+    Green Ayahs perched alone,
+And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+    Its melancholy tone.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+And where the purple Nullahs threw
+    Their branches far and wide,
+And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+    In silence, side by side,
+The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+    Rose on the flagrant air,
+And oft the angry Jampan howled
+    Deep in his hateful lair.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    She heard the Nimmak hum,
+When all at once a cry arose,
+    "The Cummerbund is come!"
+In vain she fled: with open jaws
+    The angry monster followed,
+And so (before assistance came)
+    That Lady Fair was swollowed.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+They sought in vain for even a bone
+    Respectfully to bury;
+They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+    (And Echo answered, "Very.")
+They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+    Where last her form was seen,
+And underneath they wrote these words,
+    In yellow, blue, and green:
+"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+    Nor sit out late at night,
+Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+    And swollow you outright."
+
+
+NOTE.--First published in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
+
+
+
+
+THE AKOND OF SWAT.
+
+
+    Who, or why, or which, or _what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
+    Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
+    Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
+    Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
+    And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
+    Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
+    Does he cross his T's and finish his I's              with a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Can he write a letter concisely clear
+    Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people like him extremely well?
+    Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
+                                                    At the Akond of Swat?
+
+    If he catches them then, either old or young,
+    Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or _shot_,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
+    Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
+                                                     O the Akond of Swat!
+
+    Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
+    Or doesn't he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    To amuse his mind do his people show him
+    Pictures, or any one's last new poem,                    or WHAT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
+    Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
+    Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
+    Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
+    Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
+    Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
+    Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
+    When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
+    And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
+    When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
+    Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
+    Who or which or why or what
+                                                    Is the Akond of Swat!
+
+
+NOTE.--For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
+The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE BOTANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Armchairia Comfortabilis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bassia Palealensis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bubblia Blowpipia.]
+
+[Illustration: Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.]
+
+[Illustration: Crabbia Horrida.]
+
+[Illustration: Smalltoothcombia Domestica.]
+
+[Illustration: Knutmigrata Simplice.]
+
+[Illustration: Tureenia Ladlecum.]
+
+[Illustration: Puffia Leatherbellowsa.]
+
+[Illustration: Queeriflora Babyöides.]
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABETS.
+
+
+                     A
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    A was an Area Arch
+        Where washerwomen sat;
+    They made a lot of lovely starch
+        To starch Papa's Cravat.
+
+
+                     B
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    B was a Bottle blue,
+        Which was not very small;
+    Papa he filled it full of beer,
+        And then he drank it all.
+
+
+                     C
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    C was Papa's gray Cat,
+        Who caught a squeaky Mouse;
+    She pulled him by his twirly tail
+        All about the house.
+
+
+                     D
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    D was Papa's white Duck,
+        Who had a curly tail;
+    One day it ate a great fat frog,
+        Besides a leetle snail.
+
+
+                     E
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    E was a little Egg,
+        Upon the breakfast table;
+    Papa came in and ate it up
+        As fast as he was able.
+
+
+                     F
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    F was a little Fish.
+        Cook in the river took it
+    Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
+        And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"
+
+
+                     G
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    G was Papa's new Gun;
+        He put it in a box;
+    And then he went and bought a bun,
+        And walked about the Docks.
+
+
+                     H
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    H was Papa's new Hat;
+        He wore it on his head;
+    Outside it was completely black,
+        But inside it was red.
+
+
+                     I
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    I was an Inkstand new,
+        Papa he likes to use it;
+    He keeps it in his pocket now,
+        For fear that he should lose it.
+
+
+                     J
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    J was some Apple Jam,
+        Of which Papa ate part;
+    But all the rest he took away
+        And stuffed into a tart.
+
+
+                     K
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    K was a great new Kite;
+        Papa he saw it fly
+    Above a thousand chimney pots,
+        And all about the sky.
+
+
+                     L
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    L was a fine new Lamp;
+        But when the wick was lit,
+    Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!
+        I cannot read a bit!"
+
+
+                     M
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    M was a dish of mince;
+        It looked so good to eat!
+    Papa, he quickly ate it up,
+        And said, "This is a treat!"
+
+
+                     N
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    N was a Nut that grew
+        High up upon a tree;
+    Papa, who could not reach it, said,
+        "That's _much_ too high for me!"
+
+
+                     O
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    O was an Owl who flew
+        All in the dark away,
+    Papa said, "What an owl you are!
+        Why don't you fly by day?"
+
+                     P
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    P was a little Pig,
+        Went out to take a walk;
+    Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,
+        He'd all turn into Pork!"
+
+
+                     Q
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Q was a Quince that hung
+        Upon a garden tree;
+    Papa he brought it with him home,
+        And ate it with his tea.
+
+
+                     R
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    R was a Railway Rug
+        Extremely large and warm;
+    Papa he wrapped it round his head,
+        In a most dreadful storm.
+
+
+                     S
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    S was Papa's new Stick,
+        Papa's new thumping Stick,
+    To thump extremely wicked boys,
+        Because it was so thick.
+
+
+                     T
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    T was a tumbler full
+        Of Punch all hot and good;
+    Papa he drank it up, when in
+        The middle of a wood.
+
+
+                     U
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    U was a silver urn,
+        Full of hot scalding water;
+    Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
+        I'd give it to my daughter!"
+
+
+                     V
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    V was a Villain; once
+        He stole a piece of beef.
+    Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!
+        That Villain is a Thief!"
+
+
+                     W
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    W was a Watch of Gold:
+        It told the time of day,
+    So that Papa knew when to come,
+        And when to go away.
+
+
+                     X
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    X was King Xerxes, whom
+        Papa much wished to know;
+    But this he could not do, because
+        Xerxes died long ago.
+
+
+                     Y
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Y was a Youth, who kicked
+        And screamed and cried like mad;
+    Papa he said, "Your conduct is
+        Abominably bad!"
+
+
+                     Z
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Z was a Zebra striped
+        And streaked with lines of black;
+    Papa said once, he thought he'd like
+        A ride upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+ALPHABET, No. 6.
+
+    A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+
+    B said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+
+    C said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+
+    D said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+
+    E said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+
+    F said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+
+    G said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+
+    H said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+
+    I said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+
+    J said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+
+    K said, "A Kangaroo is here,--this picture let him see."
+
+    L said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+
+    M said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+
+    N said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+
+    O said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+
+    P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+
+    Q said, "A Quince I recommend,--a Quince, or else a Quail."
+
+    R said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+
+    S said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+
+    T said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+
+    U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+
+    V said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+
+    W said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+
+    X said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+
+    Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+
+    Z said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
+             We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little
+                 master!
+             We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
+                 disaster!"
+
+
+
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Laughable Lyrics, by Edward Lear</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p>Title: Laughable Lyrics</p>
+<p>Author: Edward Lear</p>
+<p>Release Date: October 8, 2004  [eBook #13649]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAUGHABLE LYRICS***</p>
+<br /><br /><h3>E-text prepared by Dave Newman, Ben Courtney,<br />
+                A. Deubelbeiss, Stan Goodman,<br />
+                and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders</h3><br /><br />
+<div class="book" id="book4">
+	<hr />
+	<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="learstrip">
+		<tr>
+			<td height="30">
+				&nbsp;
+			</td>
+		</tr>
+	</table>
+	<hr />
+	<div class="thecover" id="cover4">
+		<a class="pagenumber" name="page338" id="page338" title="338"></a>
+		<table summary="Nonsense Books" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" border="0" width="100%">
+			<tr>
+				<td align="center" width="50%">
+					<h1><span class="bigger">Laughable Lyrics:</span><br />
+					A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+					</h1>
+					<h2>by<br />
+					Edward Lear,</h2>
+					<blockquote class="smaller"><i>Author of the 'Book of Nonsense' 'More Nonsense' 'Nonsense
+					Songs, Stories,' etc., etc.</i>
+					<img src="images/411.gif" alt="Laughable Lyrics" />
+					</blockquote>
+					<p align="center">With all the Original Illustrations.</p>
+
+					<h4>1894</h4>
+					<p align="center">Originally published 1877</p>
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page339" id="page339" title="339"></a>
+				</td>
+				<td align="left">
+					<p class="smaller" align="center"><a href="images/bookcovers/book4.gif" target="_blank"><img src="images/bookcovers/book4_t.gif" alt="Laughable Lyrics" /></a><br />
+					<b>Original Cover</b><br />Click for larger version.
+					</p>
+					<ul class="tableofcontents" id="book4contents">
+						<li><a href="#laughable"><b>Laughable Lyrics.</b></a>
+							<ul>
+								<li><a href="#dong">The Dong With A Luminous Nose</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#bachelors">The Two Old Bachelors</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#pelican">The Pelican Chorus</a>
+									<ul>
+										<li><a href="#pelicanmusic">sheet music</a></li>
+										<li><a href="music/pelican.pdf">.pdf</a> / <a href="music/pelican.midi">.midi</a> / <a href="music/pelican.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span></li>
+									</ul>
+								</li>
+								<li><a href="#bo">The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;</a>
+									<ul>
+										<li><a href="#bomusic">sheet music</a></li>
+										<li><a href="music/yonghy.pdf">.pdf</a> / <a href="music/yonghy.midi">.midi</a> / <a href="music/yonghy.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span></li>
+									</ul>
+								</li>
+								<li><a href="#pobble">The Pobble Who Has No Toes</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#vestments">The New Vestments</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#discobbolos">Mr. And Mrs. Discobbolos</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#quangle">The Quangle Wangle's Hat</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#cummerbund">The Cummerbund</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#akond">The Akond Of Swat</a></li>
+							</ul>
+						</li>
+						<li><a href="#botany3"><b>Nonsense Botany</b></a></li>
+						<li><a href="#alphabets2"><b>Nonsense Alphabets</b></a>
+							<ul>
+								<li><a href="#alphabet5">No. 5</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#alphabet6">No. 6</a></li>
+							</ul>
+						</li>
+					</ul>
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+		</table>
+	</div>
+	<a class="pagenumber" name="page340" id="page340" title="340"></a>
+	<a class="pagenumber" name="page341" id="page341" title="341"></a>
+	<hr />
+		<div class="subbook" id="laughable">
+			<h2>LAUGHABLE LYRICS.</h2>
+			<p class="subbookmenu"><a href="#dong">The Dong with a Luminous Nose</a> <a href="#bachelors">The Two Old Bachelors</a> <a href="#pelican">The Pelican Chorus</a> <a href="#bo">The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;</a> <a href="#pobble">The Pobble who has no Toes</a> <a href="#vestments">The New Vestments</a> <a href="#discobbolos">Mr. And Mrs. Discobbolos</a> <a href="#quangle">The Quangle Wangle's Hat</a> <a href="#cummerbund">The Cummerbund</a> <a href="#akond">The Akond of Swat</a>
+			</p>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="dong">
+				<img src="images/405.gif" alt="The Dong with a Luminous Nose" />
+				<h3>THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">W</span>hen awful darkness and silence reign<br />
+				Over the great Gromboolian plain,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Through the long, long wintry nights;</span>
+				When the angry breakers roar<br />
+				As they beat on the rocky shore;<br />
+				<span class="i2">When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights</span>
+				Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,&#8212;
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Then, through the vast and gloomy dark<br />
+				There moves what seems a fiery spark,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">A lonely spark with silvery rays</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page342" id="page342" title="342"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Piercing the coal-black night,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">A Meteor strange and bright:</span>
+				<span class="i2">Hither and thither the vision strays,</span>
+				<span class="i4">A single lurid light.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,&#8212;<br />
+				Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;<br />
+				And ever as onward it gleaming goes<br />
+				A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.<br />
+				And those who watch at that midnight hour<br />
+				From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,<br />
+				Cry, as the wild light passes along,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">"The Dong! the Dong!</span>
+				<span class="i2">The wandering Dong through the forest goes!</span>
+				<span class="i4">The Dong! the Dong!</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="i4">Long years ago</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong was happy and gay,</span>
+				Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl<br />
+				<span class="i2">Who came to those shores one day.</span>
+				For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,&#8212;<br />
+				Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd<br />
+				<span class="i4">Where the Oblong Oysters grow,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And the rocks are smooth and gray.</span>
+				And all the woods and the valleys rang<br />
+				With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,&#8212;<br />
+				<i><span class="i6">"Far and few, far and few,</span>
+				<span class="i6">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span>
+				<span class="i6">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span>
+				<span class="i6">And they went to sea in a sieve."</span></i>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page343" id="page343" title="343"></a>
+				Happily, happily passed those days!<br />
+				<span class="i8">While the cheerful Jumblies staid;</span>
+				<span class="i4">They danced in circlets all night long,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,</span>
+				<span class="i8">In moonlight, shine, or shade.</span>
+				For day and night he was always there<br />
+				By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,<br />
+				With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;<br />
+				Till the morning came of that hateful day<br />
+				When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,<br />
+				And the Dong was left on the cruel shore<br />
+				Gazing, gazing for evermore,&#8212;<br />
+				Ever keeping his weary eyes on<br />
+				That pea-green sail on the far horizon,&#8212;<br />
+				Singing the Jumbly Chorus still<br />
+				As he sate all day on the grassy hill,&#8212;<br />
+				<i><span class="i10">"Far and few, far and few,</span>
+				<span class="i10">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span>
+				<span class="i10">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span>
+				<span class="i10">And they went to sea in a sieve."</span></i>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But when the sun was low in the West,<br />
+				<span class="i4">The Dong arose and said,&#8212;</span>
+				&#8212;"What little sense I once possessed<br />
+				<span class="i4">Has quite gone out of my head!"</span>
+				And since that day he wanders still<br />
+				By lake and forest, marsh and hill,<br />
+				Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,<br />
+				Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!<br />
+				For ever I'll seek by lake and shore<br />
+				Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page344" id="page344" title="344"></a>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="i2">Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;</span>
+				<span class="i2">And because by night he could not see,</span>
+				<span class="i2">He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree</span>
+				<span class="i4">On the flowery plain that grows.</span>
+				<span class="i4">And he wove him a wondrous Nose,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!</span>
+				Of vast proportions and painted red,<br />
+				And tied with cords to the back of his head.<br />
+				<span class="i2">&#8212;In a hollow rounded space it ended</span>
+				<span class="i2">With a luminous Lamp within suspended,</span>
+				<span class="i4">All fenced about</span>
+				<span class="i4">With a bandage stout</span>
+				<span class="i4">To prevent the wind from blowing it out;</span>
+				<span class="i2">And with holes all round to send the light</span>
+				<span class="i2">In gleaming rays on the dismal night</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And now each night, and all night long,<br />
+				Over those plains still roams the Dong;<br />
+				And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe<br />
+				You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,<br />
+				While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,<br />
+				To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;<br />
+				Lonely and wild, all night he goes,&#8212;<br />
+				The Dong with a luminous Nose!<br />
+				And all who watch at the midnight hour,<br />
+				From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,<br />
+				Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,<br />
+				Moving along through the dreary night,&#8212;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page345" id="page345" title="345"></a>
+				<span class="i2">"This is the hour when forth he goes,</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Yonder, over the plain he goes,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">He goes!</span>
+				<span class="i4">He goes,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!"</span>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="bachelors">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page346" id="page346" title="346"></a>
+				<img src="images/406.gif" alt="The Two Old Bachelors." />
+				<h3>
+				THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+				</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>wo old Bachelors were living in one house;<br />
+				One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.<br />
+				Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,&#8212;<br />
+				"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,<br />
+				Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,<br />
+				And what to do for dinner&#8212;since we haven't any money?<br />
+				And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,<br />
+				But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,&#8212;<br />
+				"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!<br />
+				If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;<br />
+				But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town<br />
+				And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page347" id="page347" title="347"></a>
+				They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found<br />
+				In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,<br />
+				And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;<br />
+				And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,&#8212;<br />
+				An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.<br />
+				Climb up, and seize him by the toes,&#8212;all studious as he sits,&#8212;<br />
+				And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!<br />
+				Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),&#8212;<br />
+				When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good&#8212;perhaps."
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Those two old Bachelors without loss of time<br />
+				The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;<br />
+				And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,<br />
+				They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!<br />
+				We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,<br />
+				At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;<br />
+				And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,&#8212;<br />
+				At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;<br />
+				And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want of Stuffin'),<br />
+				The Mouse had fled&#8212;and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;<br />
+				And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page348" id="page348" title="348"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="pelican">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page349" id="page349" title="349"></a>
+				<h3>
+				THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+				</h3>
+				<img src="images/408.gif" alt="The Pelican Chorus" />
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">K</span>ing and Queen of the Pelicans we;<br />
+				No other Birds so grand we see!<br />
+				None but we have feet like fins!<br />
+				With lovely leathery throats and chins!<br />
+				<span class="i2">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think so then, and we thought so still</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.<br />
+				By night we sleep on the cliffs above;<br />
+				By day we fish, and at eve we stand<br />
+				On long bare islands of yellow sand.<br />
+				And when the sun sinks slowly down,<br />
+				And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page350" id="page350" title="350"></a>
+				Where the purple river rolls fast and dim<br />
+				And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,<br />
+				Wing to wing we dance around,<br />
+				Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,<br />
+				Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;<br />
+				And this is the song we nightly snort,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Last year came out our Daughter Dell,<br />
+				And all the Birds received her well.<br />
+				To do her honor a feast we made<br />
+				For every bird that can swim or wade,&#8212;<br />
+				Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,<br />
+				Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,<br />
+				Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,<br />
+				Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:<br />
+				Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!<br />
+				They ate and drank and danced all night,<br />
+				And echoing back from the rocks you heard<br />
+				Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Yes, they came; and among the rest<br />
+				The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page351" id="page351" title="351"></a>
+				Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float<br />
+				Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;<br />
+				With pea-green trowsers all so neat,<br />
+				And a delicate frill to hide his feet<br />
+				(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows<br />
+				He has got no webs between his toes).<br />
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,<br />
+				In violent love that Crane King fell,&#8212;<br />
+				On seeing her waddling form so fair,<br />
+				With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.<br />
+				And before the end of the next long day<br />
+				Our Dell had given her heart away;<br />
+				For the King of the Cranes had won that heart<br />
+				With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.<br />
+				She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,<br />
+				Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;<br />
+				And away they flew in a gathering crowd<br />
+				Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And far away in the twilight sky<br />
+				We heard them singing a lessening cry,&#8212;<br />
+				Farther and farther, till out of sight,<br />
+				And we stood alone in the silent night!<br />
+				Often since, in the nights of June,<br />
+				We sit on the sand and watch the moon,&#8212;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page352" id="page352" title="352"></a>
+				She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,<br />
+				And we probably never shall meet again!<br />
+				Oft, in the long still nights of June,<br />
+				We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,&#8212;<br />
+				She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.<br />
+				And we probably never shall see her more.<br />
+				<span class="i2">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<img src="images/407.gif" alt="'Sheet Music: The Pelicans" id="pelicanmusic" /><br />
+				2004: also available as <a href="music/pelican.pdf">.pdf</a>, <a href="music/pelican.midi">.midi</a>, or <a href="music/pelican.ly">Lilypond markup</a>
+				</p>
+				<p class="smaller"><b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>The Air of this and the following Song by Edward Lear; the
+			Arrangement for the Piano by Professor Pom&egrave;, of San Remo, Italy.
+			<a class="pagenumber" name="page353" id="page353" title="353"></a></p>
+			</div>
+
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="bo">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page354" id="page354" title="354"></a>
+				<img src="images/410.gif" alt="The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" />
+				<h3>
+				THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-B&Ograve;.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">O</span>n the Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i4">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i6">In the middle of the woods</span>
+				<span class="i2">Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				Two old chairs, and half a candle,<br />
+				One old jug without a handle,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">These were all his worldly goods:</span>
+				<span class="i4">In the middle of the woods,</span>
+				<span class="i4">These were all the worldly goods</span>
+				<span class="i2">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy B&ograve;.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page355" id="page355" title="355"></a>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">	II.</p>
+				<p>
+				Once, among the Bong-trees walking<br />
+				<span class="i2">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To a little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i2">Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				There he heard a Lady talking,<br />
+				To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i6">"'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!</span>
+				<span class="i6">On that little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i6">Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"</span>
+				<span class="i4">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!<br />
+				<span class="i2">Sitting where the pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Will you come and be my wife?"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				"I am tired of living singly"&#8212;<br />
+				On this coast so wild and shingly,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">I'm a-weary of my life;</span>
+				<span class="i4">If you'll come and be my wife,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Quite serene would be my life!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				"On this Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i2">Shrimps and watercresses grow,</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page356" id="page356" title="356"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				"You shall have my chairs and candle,<br />
+				And my jug without a handle!<br />
+				<span class="i4">Gaze upon the rolling deep</span>
+				<span class="i4">(Fish is plentiful and cheap);</span>
+				<span class="i4">As the sea, my love is deep!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				Lady Jingly answered sadly,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And her tears began to flow,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">"Your proposal comes too late,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				I would be your wife most gladly!"<br />
+				(Here she twirled her fingers madly,)<br />
+				<span class="i4">"But in England I've a mate!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Yes! you've asked me far too late,</span>
+				<span class="i4">For in England I've a mate,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">Handel Jones, Esquire, &amp; Co.)</span>
+				<span class="i4">Dorking fowls delights to send,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,<br />
+				And your jug without a handle,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">I can merely be your friend!</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page357" id="page357" title="357"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Should my Jones more Dorkings send,</span>
+				<span class="i4">I will give you three, my friend!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VII.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Though you've such a tiny body,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And your head so large doth grow,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">Though your hat may blow away,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,<br />
+				Yet I wish that I could modi-<br />
+				<span class="i4">fy the words I needs must say!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Will you please to go away?</span>
+				<span class="i4">That is all I have to say,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber"><br />
+				VIII.<br />
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To the calm and silent sea</span>
+				<span class="i2">Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,<br />
+				Lay a large and lively Turtle.<br />
+				<span class="i4">"You're the Cove," he said, "for me;</span>
+				<span class="i4">On your back beyond the sea,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Turtle, you shall carry me!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page358" id="page358" title="358"></a>
+				<img src="images/411.gif" alt="The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" /><br />
+				<p class="versenumber">IX.</p>
+				<p>
+				Through the silent-roaring ocean<br />
+				<span class="i2">Did the Turtle swiftly go;</span>
+				<span class="i4">Holding fast upon his shell</span>
+				<span class="i2">Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				With a sad primaeval motion<br />
+				Towards the sunset isles of Boshen<br />
+				<span class="i4">Still the Turtle bore him well.</span>
+				<span class="i4">Holding fast upon his shell,</span>
+				<span class="i4">"Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">X.</p>
+				<p>
+				From the Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i2">Did that Lady never go;</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page359" id="page359" title="359"></a>
+				<span class="i4">On that heap of stones she mourns</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				On that Coast of Coromandel,<br />
+				In his jug without a handle<br />
+				<span class="i4">Still she weeps, and daily moans;</span>
+				<span class="i4">On that little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i4">To her Dorking Hens she moans,</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page360" id="page360" title="360"></a>
+				</p>
+				<img src="images/409.gif" alt="Sheet Music: The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;" id="bomusic" /><br />
+				Also available as <a href="music/yonghy.pdf">.pdf</a>, <a href="music/yonghy.midi">.midi</a>, or <a href="music/yonghy.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span>
+			</div>
+			<div class="longpoem" id="pobble">
+
+				<hr />
+
+				<img src="images/412.gif" alt="The Pobble who has no Toes" />
+				<h3>
+				THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>he Pobble who has no toes<br />
+				<span class="i2">Had once as many as we;</span>
+				When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"<br />
+				<span class="i2">He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"</span>
+				And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink<br />
+				Lavender water tinged with pink;<br />
+				For she said, "The World in general knows<br />
+				There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>he Pobble who has no toes,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Swam across the Bristol Channel;</span>
+				But before he set out he wrapped his nose<br />
+				<span class="i2">In a piece of scarlet flannel.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page361" id="page361" title="361"></a>
+				For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm<br />
+				Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;<br />
+				And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes<br />
+				Are safe&#8212;provided he minds his nose."
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Pobble swam fast and well,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And when boats or ships came near him,</span>
+				He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell<br />
+				<span class="i2">So that all the world could hear him.</span>
+				And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,<br />
+				When they saw him nearing the further side,&#8212;<br />
+				"He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's<br />
+				Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				But before he touched the shore,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">The shore of the Bristol Channel,</span>
+				A sea-green Porpoise carried away<br />
+				<span class="i2">His wrapper of scarlet flannel.</span>
+				And when he came to observe his feet,<br />
+				Formerly garnished with toes so neat,<br />
+				His face at once became forlorn<br />
+				On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				And nobody ever knew,<br />
+				<span class="i2">From that dark day to the present,</span>
+				Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,<br />
+				<span class="i2">In a manner so far from pleasant.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page362" id="page362" title="362"></a>
+				Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,<br />
+				Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,<br />
+				Nobody knew; and nobody knows<br />
+				How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Pobble who has no toes<br />
+				<span class="i2">Was placed in a friendly Bark,</span>
+				And they rowed him back, and carried him up<br />
+				<span class="i2">To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.</span>
+				And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,<br />
+				Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;<br />
+				And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,<br />
+				That Pobbles are happier without their toes."<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page363" id="page363" title="363"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="vestments">
+				<h3>
+				THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+				</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>here lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,<br />
+				Who invented a purely original dress;<br />
+				And when it was perfectly made and complete,<br />
+				He opened the door and walked into the street.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,<br />
+				In the middle of which he inserted his head;<br />
+				His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,<br />
+				The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;<br />
+				His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;<br />
+				His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;<br />
+				His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;<br />
+				His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;<br />
+				His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,<br />
+				And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;<br />
+				And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,<br />
+				A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,<br />
+				Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;<br />
+				And from every long street and dark lane in the town<br />
+				Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.<br />
+				Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;<br />
+				Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page364" id="page364" title="364"></a>
+				Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,<br />
+				And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;<br />
+				An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore <i>up</i> his<br />
+				Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;<br />
+				And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,<br />
+				Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.<br />
+				He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,<br />
+				For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:<br />
+				They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;<br />
+				They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;<br />
+				And now from the housetops with screechings descend<br />
+				Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:<br />
+				They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,<br />
+				When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;<br />
+				They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,<br />
+				And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;<br />
+				They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,&#8212;<br />
+				Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,<br />
+				"I will not wear a similar dress any more,<br />
+				Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="discobbolos">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page365" id="page365" title="365"></a>
+				<h3>
+				MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">M</span>r. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+				<span class="i4">Climbed to the top of a wall.</span>
+				<span class="i2">And they sate to watch the sunset sky,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,</span>
+				<span class="i4">And the Biscuit Buffalo call.</span>
+				They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,<br />
+				And both were as happy as happy could be,<br />
+				<span class="i8">Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">It has just come into my head,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!</span>
+				<span class="i16">Darling Mr. Discobbolos!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,<br />
+				<span class="i4">Just like pieces of stone,</span>
+				<span class="i2">On to the thorns, or into the moat,</span>
+				<span class="i2">What would become of your new green coat?</span>
+				<span class="i4">And might you not break a bone?</span>
+				It never occurred to me before,<br />
+				That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"<br />
+				<span class="i8">And Mrs. Discobbolos said,</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page366" id="page366" title="366"></a>
+				<span class="i8">What put it into your head</span>
+				<span class="i4">To climb up this wall, my own</span>
+				<span class="i16">Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">	III.</p>
+				<p>
+				Mr. Discobbolos answered,<br />
+				<span class="i4">"At first it gave me pain,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink</span>
+				<span class="i2">When your exclamation made me think</span>
+				<span class="i4">We might never get down again!</span>
+				But now I believe it is wiser far<br />
+				To remain for ever just where we are."<br />
+				<span class="i8">And Mr. Discobbolos said,</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">It has just come into my head</span>
+				<span class="i4">We shall never go down again,</span>
+				<span class="i16">Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos<br />
+				<span class="i4">Stood up and began to sing,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">"Far away from hurry and strife</span>
+				<span class="i2">Here we will pass the rest of life,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!</span>
+				We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,<br />
+				No tables nor carpets nor household cares;<br />
+				<span class="i8">From worry of life we've fled;</span>
+				<span class="i8">Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">There is no more trouble ahead,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Sorrow or any such thing,</span>
+				<span class="i16">For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page367" id="page367" title="367"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="quangle">
+				<img src="images/413.gif" alt="The Quangle Wangle's Hat" />
+				<h3>THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">O</span>n the top of the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">The Quangle Wangle sat,</span>
+				But his face you could not see,<br />
+				<span class="i2">On account of his Beaver Hat.</span>
+				For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,<br />
+				With ribbons and bibbons on every side,<br />
+				And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,<br />
+				So that nobody ever could see the face<br />
+				<span class="i6">Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Quangle Wangle said<br />
+				<span class="i2">To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page368" id="page368" title="368"></a>
+				"Jam, and jelly, and bread<br />
+				<span class="i2">Are the best of food for me!</span>
+				But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				The plainer than ever it seems to me<br />
+				That very few people come this way<br />
+				And that life on the whole is far from gay!"<br />
+				<span class="i6">Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				But there came to the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">Mr. and Mrs. Canary;</span>
+				And they said, "Did ever you see<br />
+				<span class="i2">Any spot so charmingly airy?</span>
+				May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?<br />
+				Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!<br />
+				O please let us come and build a nest<br />
+				Of whatever material suits you best,<br />
+				<span class="i6">Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;</span>
+				The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,<br />
+				<span class="i2">The Frog and the Fimble Fowl</span>
+				(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);<br />
+				And all of them said, "We humbly beg<br />
+				We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,&#8212;<br />
+				Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!<br />
+				<span class="i6">Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page369" id="page369" title="369"></a>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				And the Golden Grouse came there,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And the Pobble who has no toes,</span>
+				And the small Olympian bear,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And the Dong with a luminous nose.</span>
+				And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,<br />
+				And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,<br />
+				And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,&#8212;<br />
+				All came and built on the lovely Hat<br />
+				<span class="i6">Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				And the Quangle Wangle said<br />
+				<span class="i2">To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,</span>
+				"When all these creatures move<br />
+				<span class="i2">What a wonderful noise there'll be!"</span>
+				And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon<br />
+				They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,<br />
+				On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,<br />
+				And all were as happy as happy could be,<br />
+				<span class="i6">With the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page370" id="page370" title="370"></a>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="cummerbund">
+				<h3>THE CUMMERBUND.<br /><span class="chapterdescription">An Indian Poem.</span></h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">S</span>he sate upon her Dobie,
+				<span class="i2">To watch the Evening Star,</span>
+				And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+				<span class="i2">Cried, "My! how fair you are!"</span>
+				Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+				<span class="i2">The tall Kamsamahs grew,</span>
+				And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+				<span class="i2">Hung down from Tchokis blue.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				Below her home the river rolled
+				<span class="i2">With soft meloobious sound,</span>
+				Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+				<span class="i2">In myriads circling round.</span>
+				Above, on tallest trees remote
+				<span class="i2">Green Ayahs perched alone,</span>
+				And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+				<span class="i2">Its melancholy tone.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				And where the purple Nullahs threw
+				<span class="i2">Their branches far and wide,</span>
+								</p>
+				<p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page371" id="page371" title="371"></a>
+				And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+				<span class="i2">In silence, side by side,</span>
+				The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+				<span class="i2">Rose on the flagrant air,</span>
+				And oft the angry Jampan howled
+				<span class="i2">Deep in his hateful lair.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				She sate upon her Dobie,
+				<span class="i2">She heard the Nimmak hum,</span>
+				When all at once a cry arose,
+				<span class="i2">"The Cummerbund is come!"</span>
+				In vain she fled: with open jaws
+				<span class="i2">The angry monster followed,</span>
+				And so (before assistance came)
+				<span class="i2">That Lady Fair was swollowed.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				They sought in vain for even a bone
+				<span class="i2">Respectfully to bury;</span>
+				They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+				<span class="i2">(And Echo answered, "Very.")</span>
+				They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+				<span class="i2">Where last her form was seen,</span>
+				And underneath they wrote these words,
+				<span class="i2">In yellow, blue, and green:</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+				<span class="i2">Nor sit out late at night,</span>
+				Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+				<span class="i2">And swollow you outright."</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="smaller">
+				<b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>First published in <i>Times of India</i>, Bombay, July, 1874.
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="akond">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page372" id="page372" title="372"></a>
+				<h3>THE AKOND OF SWAT.</h3>
+				<table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5">
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							<span class="largecap">W</span>ho, or why, or which, or <i>what</i>,
+							Is the Akond of SWAT?<br />
+							Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?<br />
+							Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" width="33%" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or SQUAT?<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Is he wise or foolish, young or old?<br />
+							Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" width="33%" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or HOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,<br />
+							And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or TROT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?<br />
+							Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a COT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							When he writes a copy in round-hand size,<br />
+							Does he cross his T's and finish his I's<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							with a DOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Can he write a letter concisely clear<br />
+							Without a speck or a smudge or smear<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or BLOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Do his people like him extremely well?<br />
+							Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or PLOT,<br />
+							At the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							If he catches them then, either old or young,<br />
+							Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or <i>shot</i>,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Do his people prig in the lanes or park?<br />
+							Or even at times, when days are dark,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center">
+							<p>
+							GAROTTE?<br />
+							O the Akond of Swat!
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he study the wants of his own dominion?<br />
+							Or doesn't he care for public opinion<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							a JOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							To amuse his mind do his people show him<br />
+							Pictures, or any one's last new poem,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or WHAT,<br />
+							For the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,<br />
+							Do they bring him only a few small cakes,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a LOT,<br />
+							For the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?<br />
+							Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a DOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like to lie on his back in a boat<br />
+							Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							SHALLOTT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?<br />
+							Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a SCOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?<br />
+							Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a GROTT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?<br />
+							Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a POT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							<a class="pagenumber" name="page374" id="page374" title="374"></a>
+							Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,<br />
+							When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or ROT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,<br />
+							And tie it neat in a bow with ends,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a KNOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?<br />
+							When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or NOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?<br />
+							Does he sail about on an inland lake,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							in a YACHT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Some one, or nobody, knows I wot<br />
+							Who or which or why or what<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							Is the Akond of Swat!<br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+			</table>
+			<p class="smaller">
+			<b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, <i>passim</i>.
+			The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+			monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+			</p>
+		</div>	</div>
+		<hr />
+
+	<div class="subbook" id="botany3">
+	<h2>NONSENSE BOTANY.</h2>
+			<p class="subbookmenu">
+			<a href="#botany3_1">Armchairia Comfortabilis</a> <a href="#botany3_2">Bassia Palealensis</a> <a href="#botany3_3">Bubblia Blowpipia</a> <a href="#botany3_4">Bluebottlia Buzztilentia</a> <a href="#botany3_5">Crabbia Horrida</a> <a href="#botany3_6">Smalltoothcombia Domestica</a> <a href="#botany3_7">Knutmigrata Simplice</a> <a href="#botany3_8">Tureenia Ladlecum</a> <a href="#botany3_9">Puffia Leatherbellowsa</a> <a href="#botany3_10">Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides</a>
+			</p>
+		<hr />
+		<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" cellpadding="20px" border="0" class="botanygrid">
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page375" id="page375" title="375"></a>
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page376" id="page376" title="376"></a>
+					<img src="images/414.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Armchairia Comfortabilis." id="botany3_1" /><br />
+					Armchairia Comfortabilis.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page377" id="page377" title="377"></a>
+					<img src="images/415.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bassia Palealensis." id="botany3_2" /><br />
+					Bassia Palealensis.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page378" id="page378" title="378"></a>
+					<img src="images/416.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bubblia Blowpipia." id="botany3_3" /><br />
+					Bubblia Blowpipia.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page379" id="page379" title="379"></a>
+					<img src="images/417.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bluebottlia Buzztilentia." id="botany3_4" /><br />
+					Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page380" id="page380" title="380"></a>
+					<img src="images/418.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Crabbia Horrida." id="botany3_5" /><br />
+					Crabbia Horrida.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page381" id="page381" title="381"></a>
+					<img src="images/419.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Smalltoothcombia Domestica." id="botany3_6" /><br />
+					Smalltoothcombia Domestica.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page382" id="page382" title="382"></a>
+					<img src="images/420.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Knutmigrata Simplice." id="botany3_7" /><br />
+					Knutmigrata Simplice.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page383" id="page383" title="383"></a>
+					<img src="images/421.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Tureenia Ladlecum." id="botany3_8" /><br />
+					Tureenia Ladlecum.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page384" id="page384" title="384"></a>
+					<img src="images/422.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Puffia Leatherbellowsa." id="botany3_9" /><br />
+					Puffia Leatherbellowsa.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page385" id="page385" title="385"></a>
+					<img src="images/423.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides." id="botany3_10" /><br />
+					Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides.
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page386" id="page386" title="386"></a>
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+		</table>
+	</div>
+	<hr />
+	<div class="subbook" id="alphabets2">
+		<h2>NONSENSE ALPHABETS.</h2>
+		<p class="subbookmenu"><a href="#alphabet5">No. 5</a> <a href="#alphabet6">No. 6</a>
+		</p>
+
+
+		<div class="chapter" id="alphabet5">
+
+			<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="alphagrid">
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2" class="alphabetmenu">
+						<hr />
+						<a href="#a5">a</a> <a href="#b5">b</a> <a href="#c5">c</a> <a href="#d5">d</a> <a href="#e5">e</a> <a href="#f5">f</a> <a href="#g5">g</a> <a href="#h5">h</a> <a href="#i5">i</a> <a href="#j5">j</a> <a href="#k5">k</a> <a href="#l5">l</a> <a href="#m5">m</a> <a href="#n5">n</a> <a href="#o5">o</a> <a href="#p5">p</a> <a href="#q5">q</a> <a href="#r5">r</a> <a href="#s5">s</a> <a href="#t5">t</a> <a href="#u5">u</a> <a href="#v5">v</a> <a href="#w5">w</a> <a href="#x5">x</a> <a href="#y5">y</a> <a href="#z5">z</a>
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="a5">A</p>
+						<img src="images/424.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">A</span> was an Area Arch<br />
+									<span class="i2">Where washerwomen sat;</span>
+									They made a lot of lovely starch<br />
+									<span class="i2">To starch Papa's Cravat.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page388" id="page388" title="388"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="b5">B</p>
+						<img src="images/425.gif" alt="bottle" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left"><p>
+									<span class="largecap">B</span> was a Bottle blue,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Which was not very small;</span>
+									Papa he filled it full of beer,
+									<span class="i2">And then he drank it all.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="c5">C</p>
+						<img src="images/426.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="cat" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">C</span> was Papa's gray Cat,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Who caught a squeaky Mouse;</span>
+									She pulled him by his twirly tail<br />
+									<span class="i2">All about the house.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page390" id="page390" title="390"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="d5">D</p>
+						<img src="images/427.gif" alt="duck" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">D</span> was Papa's white Duck,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Who had a curly tail;</span>
+									One day it ate a great fat frog,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Besides a leetle snail.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page395" id="page395" title="395"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="e5">E</p>
+						<img src="images/428.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="egg" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">E</span> was a little Egg,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Upon the breakfast table;</span>
+									Papa came in and ate it up<br />
+									<span class="i2">As fast as he was able.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page392" id="page392" title="392"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="f5">F</p>
+						<img src="images/429.gif" alt="fish" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">F</span> was a little Fish.<br />
+									<span class="i2">Cook in the river took it</span>
+									Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!<br />
+									<span class="i2">And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page393" id="page393" title="393"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="g5">G</p>
+						<img src="images/430.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="gun" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">G</span> was Papa's new Gun;<br />
+									<span class="i2">He put it in a box;</span>
+									And then he went and bought a bun,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And walked about the Docks.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="h5">H</p>
+						<a class="pagenumber" name="page394" id="page394" title="394"></a>
+						<img src="images/431.gif" alt="hat" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">H</span> was Papa's new Hat;<br />
+									<span class="i2">He wore it on his head;</span>
+									Outside it was completely black,<br />
+									<span class="i2">But inside it was red.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="i5">I</p>
+						<img src="images/432.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">I</span> was an Inkstand new,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa he likes to use it;</span>
+									He keeps it in his pocket now,<br />
+									<span class="i2">For fear that he should lose it.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page396" id="page396" title="396"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="j5">J</p>
+						<img src="images/433.gif" alt="jam" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">J</span> was some Apple Jam,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Of which Papa ate part;</span>
+									But all the rest he took away<br />
+									<span class="i2">And stuffed into a tart.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page397" id="page397" title="397"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="k5">K</p>
+						<img src="images/434.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">K</span> was a great new Kite;<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa he saw it fly</span>
+									Above a thousand chimney pots,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And all about the sky.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page398" id="page398" title="398"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="l5">L</p>
+						<img src="images/435.gif" alt="lamp" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">L</span> was a fine new Lamp;<br />
+									<span class="i2">But when the wick was lit,</span>
+									Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!<br />
+									<span class="i2">I cannot read a bit!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page399" id="page399" title="399"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="m5">M</p>
+						<img src="images/436.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="mince" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">M</span> was a dish of mince;<br />
+									<span class="i2">It looked so good to eat!</span>
+									Papa, he quickly ate it up,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And said, "This is a treat!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page400" id="page400" title="400"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="n5">N</p>
+						<img src="images/437.gif" alt="nut" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">N</span> was a Nut that grew<br />
+									<span class="i2">High up upon a tree;</span>
+									Papa, who could not reach it, said,<br />
+									<span class="i2">"That's <i>much</i> too high for me!"</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="o5">O</p>
+						<img src="images/438.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="owl" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">O</span> was an Owl who flew<br />
+									<span class="i2">All in the dark away,</span>
+									Papa said, "What an owl you are!<br />
+									<span class="i2">Why don't you fly by day?"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page402" id="page402" title="402"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="p5">P</p>
+						<img src="images/439.gif" alt="pig" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">P</span> was a little Pig,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Went out to take a walk;</span>
+									Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,<br />
+									<span class="i2">He'd all turn into Pork!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page403" id="page403" title="403"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="q5">Q</p>
+						<img src="images/440.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="quince" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Q</span> was a Quince that hung<br />
+									<span class="i2">Upon a garden tree;</span>
+									Papa he brought it with him home,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And ate it with his tea.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page404" id="page404" title="404"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="r5">R</p>
+						<img src="images/441.gif" alt="rug" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">R</span> was a Railway Rug<br />
+									<span class="i2">Extremely large and warm;</span>
+									Papa he wrapped it round his head,<br />
+									<span class="i2">In a most dreadful storm.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page405" id="page405" title="405"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="s5">S</p>
+						<img src="images/442.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="stick" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">S</span> was Papa's new Stick,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa's new thumping Stick,</span>
+									To thump extremely wicked boys,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Because it was so thick.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page406" id="page406" title="406"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="t5">T</p>
+						<img src="images/443.gif" alt="tumbler" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">T</span> was a tumbler full<br />
+									<span class="i2">Of Punch all hot and good;</span>
+									Papa he drank it up, when in<br />
+									<span class="i2">The middle of a wood.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page407" id="page407" title="407"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="u5">U</p>
+						<img src="images/444.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="urn" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">U</span> was a silver urn,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Full of hot scalding water;</span>
+									Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,<br />
+									<span class="i2">I'd give it to my daughter!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page408" id="page408" title="408"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="v5">V</p>
+						<img src="images/445.gif" alt="villain" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">V</span> was a Villain; once<br />
+									<span class="i2">He stole a piece of beef.</span>
+									Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!<br />
+									<span class="i2">That Villain is a Thief!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page409" id="page409" title="409"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="w5">W</p>
+						<img src="images/446.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="watch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">W</span> was a Watch of Gold:<br />
+									<span class="i2">It told the time of day,</span>
+									So that Papa knew when to come,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And when to go away.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page410" id="page410" title="410"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="x5">X</p>
+						<img src="images/447.gif" alt="xerxes" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">X</span> was King Xerxes, whom<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa much wished to know;</span>
+									But this he could not do, because<br />
+									<span class="i2">Xerxes died long ago.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page415" id="page415" title="415"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="y5">Y</p>
+						<img src="images/448.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="youth" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Y</span> was a Youth, who kicked<br />
+									<span class="i2">And screamed and cried like mad;</span>
+									Papa he said, "Your conduct is<br />
+									<span class="i2">Abominably bad!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page412" id="page412" title="412"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="z5">Z</p>
+						<img src="images/449.gif" alt="zebra" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Z</span> was a Zebra striped<br />
+									<span class="i2">And streaked with lines of black;</span>
+									Papa said once, he thought he'd like<br />
+									<span class="i2">A ride upon his back.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page413" id="page413" title="413"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+			</table>
+		</div>
+		<div class="chapter" id="alphabet6">
+			<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="alphagrid">
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2" class="alphabetmenu">
+						<hr />
+						<a href="#a6">a</a> <a href="#b6">b</a> <a href="#c6">c</a> <a href="#d6">d</a> <a href="#e6">e</a> <a href="#f6">f</a> <a href="#g6">g</a> <a href="#h6">h</a> <a href="#i6">i</a> <a href="#j6">j</a> <a href="#k6">k</a> <a href="#l6">l</a> <a href="#m6">m</a> <a href="#n6">n</a> <a href="#o6">o</a> <a href="#p6">p</a> <a href="#q6">q</a> <a href="#r6">r</a> <a href="#s6">s</a> <a href="#t6">t</a> <a href="#u6">u</a> <a href="#v6">v</a> <a href="#w6">w</a> <a href="#x6">x</a> <a href="#y6">y</a> <a href="#z6">z</a>
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="a6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/a.gif" alt="A" align="middle" />tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="b6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/b.gif" alt="B" align="middle" />said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="c6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/c.gif" alt="C" align="middle" />said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="d6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/d.gif" alt="D" align="middle" />said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="e6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/e.gif" alt="E" align="middle" />said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="f6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/f.gif" alt="F" align="middle" />said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="g6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/g.gif" alt="G" align="middle" />said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="h6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/h.gif" alt="H" align="middle" />said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="i6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/i.gif" alt="I" align="middle" />said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="j6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/j.gif" alt="J" align="middle" />said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="k6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/k.gif" alt="K" align="middle" />said, "A Kangaroo is here,&#8212;this picture let him see."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="l6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/l.gif" alt="L" align="middle" />said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="m6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/m.gif" alt="M" align="middle" />said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="n6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/n.gif" alt="N" align="middle" />said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="o6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/o.gif" alt="O" align="middle" />said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="p6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/p.gif" alt="P" align="middle" />
+						<a class="pagenumber" name="page414" id="page414" title="414"></a>
+						P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="q6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/q.gif" alt="Q" align="middle" />said, "A Quince I recommend,&#8212;a Quince, or else a Quail."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="r6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/r.gif" alt="R" align="middle" />said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="s6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/s.gif" alt="S" align="middle" />said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="t6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/t.gif" alt="T" align="middle" />said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="u6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/u.gif" alt="U" align="middle" />said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="v6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/v.gif" alt="V" align="middle" />said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="w6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/w.gif" alt="W" align="middle" />said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="x6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/x.gif" alt="X" align="middle" />said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="y6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/y.gif" alt="Y" align="middle" />said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="z6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/z.gif" alt="Z" align="middle" />said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!<br />
+						<span class="i9">We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little master!</span>
+						<span class="i9">We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad disaster!"</span>
+						</p>
+						<br />
+						<br />
+						<br />
+						<br />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+			</table>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+</div>
+<br />
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+%[**This page is marked up in lilypond notation.**]
+%#(set-global-staff-size 10)
+\paper  {
+  papersize = "letter"
+}
+\version "2.2.0"
+\header {
+%  dedication = "dedication"
+  title = "The Pelicans"
+%  subtitle = "subtitle"
+%  subsubtitle = "Subsubtitle"
+%  composer = "Composer (xxxx-yyyy)"
+%  opus = "Opus 0"
+%  piece = "Piece I"
+%  instrument = "Instrument"
+%  arranger = "Arranger"
+%  poet = "Poet"
+%  texttranslator = "Translator"
+%  copyright = "public domain"
+%  source =  "urtext "
+  enteredby = "Stan Goodman"
+%  maintainerEmail = "your email here"
+%  texidoc = "The standard header that ought to be above a file."
+}
+
+melody = \notes { \relative c'' {
+  \dynamicUp
+  \time 6/8
+  \key e \major
+  b4\< gis8\! e'8.\> dis16 cis8\! | b4 b8 gis4 r8 | b4\< b8 b4 b8\! | b4\> b8 b4\!
+  r8
+  | \break
+  b4\< gis8\! e'8.\> dis16 cis8\! | b4 b8 gis4 r8 | \grace { gis4 } b4
+  fis8
+  fis b cis | dis4 cis8 b4 r8 \bar"||" \break
+  b,4^\markup \italic "Coro--piu sostenuto." gis'8 gis fis gis | b, e fis gis4 b,8 | e4 gis8 gis4 b8 | b8
+  a8
+  gis8 fis4 r8 | \break
+  b,4 dis8 fis eis fis | b, fis' gis a4 gis8 | cis4 b8 a8 gis fis
+  |
+  gis4 fis8 e4 r8 \bar "||"
+} }
+
+text = \lyrics {
+King and Queen of the Peli -- cans we, No other birds so grand we
+see!
+None but we have _ feet like fins with love -- ly lea -- the -- ry
+throats and chins,
+Ploff -- skin, Pluff _ -- skin, Pe -- li -- can Jee! we think no
+birds
+so hap -- py as we!
+Plump -- skin, Ploff _ -- skin, Pe -- li -- can Jill! We think to
+then, and we thought so still!
+}
+
+upper = \notes { \relative c'' {
+  \time 6/8
+  \key e \major
+   << { b4 gis8 e'8. dis16 cis8 } \\ { e,4. e4. } >> | << { b'4 b8
+   gis4 r8 | b4 b8 b4 b8 | b4 b8 b4 r8 } \\ { e,4. ~ e4 s8 | <b
+   fis'>4. <fis' a> | <e gis> <dis fis>4 s8 } >> |
+  << { b'4 gis8 e'8. dis16 cis8 | b4 b8 gis4 r8 | b4 fis8 fis b
+  cis | dis4 cis8 b4 r8 } \\ { e,4. e | e e4 s8 | dis4 dis8 dis4 e8 | <<
+  {
+  fis4. ~ fis4 } \\ { fis4 e8 dis4 s8 } >> } >>  \bar"||"
+  s4 gis8 gis fis gis | b, e fis gis4 << { s8 e4 fis8 } \\ { b,8 ~
+  b4.} >> << { gis'4 b8 } \\ { e,4. } >> | <gis b>8 <fis a> <e
+  gis>
+  <dis fis>4 r8 | \break
+  b4 dis8 fis eis fis | b, fis' gis a4 gis8 | << { cis4 b8 a8 gis
+  fis
+  } \\ { e2. } >> | << { <e gis>4 <dis fis>8 e4 r8 } \\ { b4. b4
+  s8 }
+  >> \bar "||"
+} }
+
+lower = \notes { \relative c {
+  \time 6/8
+  \key e \major
+  << { gis'4 e8 cis'8. b16 a8 | gis4. b4 } \\ { e,4. ~ e4. | e4. ~
+  e4
+  } >> r8 | <b b'>4 b'8 b4 b8 | b4 b8 b4 r8 |
+  << { gis4 e8 cis'8. b16 a8 | gis4. b4 } \\ { e,4. ~ e4. | e4. ~
+  e4 }
+  >> r8 | << { b'4 fis8 fis4. ~ | fis4 ais8 b4 } \\ { <b, fis'>
+  fis8
+  fis4. | fis'4. <b, fis'>4 } >> r8 \bar "||"
+  << { b'4 s4 s4 } \\ <e,, b' e>2. \\ <gis' b>2. >> | << <gis b>2.
+  \\
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+% From Edward Lear's "Complete Nonsense".
+% Transcription to Lilypond for Project Gutenberg and Distributed Proofreaders.
+% No copyrights apply.
+
+
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+	title = "The Yonghy Bonghy Bò."
+}
+
+
+verse= \lyrics {
+	On the coast of Co -- ro -- man -- del,
+	where the ear -- ly pump -- kins grow,
+	In the midd -- le of the woods
+	lived the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò.
+	Two old chairs and half a cand -- le,
+	One old jug with -- out a hand -- le,
+	These were all his world -- ly goods,
+	In the midd -- le of the woods,
+	These were all the world -- ly goods,
+	of the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò,
+	of the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò.
+}
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Laughable Lyrics, by Edward Lear
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Laughable Lyrics
+
+Author: Edward Lear
+
+Release Date: October 8, 2004  [eBook #13649]
+
+Language: English
+
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+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAUGHABLE LYRICS***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Dave Newman, Ben Courtney, A. Deubelbeiss, Stan
+Goodman, and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders
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+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+
+A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+
+by
+
+EDWARD LEAR
+
+Author of the _Book of Nonsense_, _More Nonsense_,
+_Nonsense Songs, Stories_, etc., etc.
+
+With all the Original Illustrations
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+    LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+        THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
+        THE TWO OLD BACHELORS
+        THE PELICAN CHORUS
+        THE YONGHY-BONGHY-Bo
+        THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES
+        THE NEW VESTMENTS
+        MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS
+        THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT
+        THE CUMMERBUND
+        THE AKOND OF SWAT
+
+    NONSENSE BOTANY
+
+      " ALPHABET, No. 5
+      "    "      No. 6
+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS.
+
+
+THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When awful darkness and silence reign
+    Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+        Through the long, long wintry nights;
+    When the angry breakers roar
+    As they beat on the rocky shore;
+        When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+    Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--
+
+    Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
+    There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
+        A lonely spark with silvery rays
+        Piercing the coal-black night,--
+        A Meteor strange and bright:
+    Hither and thither the vision strays,
+        A single lurid light.
+
+    Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
+    Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
+    And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+    A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+    And those who watch at that midnight hour
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
+       "The Dong! the Dong!
+      The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+        The Dong! the Dong!
+      The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+        Long years ago
+      The Dong was happy and gay,
+    Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
+      Who came to those shores one day.
+    For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
+    Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
+        Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
+      And the rocks are smooth and gray.
+    And all the woods and the valleys rang
+    With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve._"
+
+    Happily, happily passed those days!
+      While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
+        They danced in circlets all night long,
+        To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
+      In moonlight, shine, or shade.
+    For day and night he was always there
+    By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
+    With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
+    Till the morning came of that hateful day
+    When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
+    And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
+    Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
+    Ever keeping his weary eyes on
+    That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
+    Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
+    As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve_."
+
+    But when the sun was low in the West,
+        The Dong arose and said,--
+    "What little sense I once possessed
+        Has quite gone out of my head!"
+    And since that day he wanders still
+    By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
+    Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
+    Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
+    For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
+    Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+
+        Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
+        Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
+        And because by night he could not see,
+        He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
+          On the flowery plain that grows.
+          And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
+        A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
+
+    Of vast proportions and painted red,
+    And tied with cords to the back of his head.
+        In a hollow rounded space it ended
+        With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
+            All fenced about
+            With a bandage stout
+            To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
+        And with holes all round to send the light
+        In gleaming rays on the dismal night
+
+    And now each night, and all night long,
+    Over those plains still roams the Dong;
+    And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
+    You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
+    While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
+    To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
+    Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
+    The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+    And all who watch at the midnight hour,
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
+    Moving along through the dreary night,--
+       "This is the hour when forth he goes,
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+        Yonder, over the plain he goes,--
+            He goes!
+            He goes,--
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
+One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
+Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
+"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
+Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
+And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
+And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
+But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+
+Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
+"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!
+If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
+But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+
+Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
+And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
+They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
+In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+
+But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
+And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
+And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
+An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
+Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all studious as he sits,--
+And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
+Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),--
+When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps."
+
+Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
+The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
+And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
+They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+
+"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!
+We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+
+But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
+At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
+And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
+At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
+And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
+                                                          of Stuffin'),
+The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+
+They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
+And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Pelicans]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+
+    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
+     No other Birds so grand we see!
+    None but we have feet like fins!
+    With lovely leathery throats and chins!
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still
+
+    We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
+    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
+    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
+    On long bare islands of yellow sand.
+    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
+    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
+
+    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
+    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
+    Wing to wing we dance around,
+    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
+    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
+    And this is the song we nightly snort,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
+    And all the Birds received her well.
+    To do her honor a feast we made
+    For every bird that can swim or wade,--
+    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
+    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
+    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
+    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
+    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
+    They ate and drank and danced all night,
+    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
+    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Yes, they came; and among the rest
+    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
+    Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
+    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
+    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
+    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
+    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
+    He has got no webs between his toes).
+
+    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
+    In violent love that Crane King fell,--
+    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
+    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
+    And before the end of the next long day
+    Our Dell had given her heart away;
+    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
+    With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.
+    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
+    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
+    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
+    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    And far away in the twilight sky
+    We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
+    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
+    And we stood alone in the silent night!
+    Often since, in the nights of June,
+    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--
+
+    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
+    And we probably never shall meet again!
+    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
+    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,--
+    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
+    And we probably never shall see her more.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Yonghy Bonghy Bo]
+
+THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the Coast of Coromandel
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          In the middle of the woods
+      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
+    One old jug without a handle,--
+          These were all his worldly goods:
+          In the middle of the woods,
+          These were all the worldly goods
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bo.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    Once, among the Bong-trees walking
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To a little heap of stones
+      Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    There he heard a Lady talking,
+    To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,--
+        "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
+          On that little heap of stones
+          Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+   "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
+         Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
+           Will you come and be my wife?"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+   "I am tired of living singly--
+    On this coast so wild and shingly,--
+          I'm a-weary of my life;
+          If you'll come and be my wife,
+          Quite serene would be my life!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    "On this Coast of Coromandel
+         Shrimps and watercresses grow,
+           Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+   "You shall have my chairs and candle,
+    And my jug without a handle!
+          Gaze upon the rolling deep
+         (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
+          As the sea, my love is deep!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    Lady Jingly answered sadly,
+         And her tears began to flow,--
+          "Your proposal comes too late,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    I would be your wife most gladly!"
+    (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
+         "But in England I've a mate!
+          Yes! you've asked me far too late,
+          For in England I've a mate,
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+   "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,--
+         Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
+           Dorking fowls delights to send,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
+    And your jug without a handle,--
+          I can merely be your friend!
+          Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
+          I will give you three, my friend!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+
+
+                    VII.
+
+   "Though you've such a tiny body,
+         And your head so large doth grow,--
+           Though your hat may blow away,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,
+    Yet I wish that I could modi-
+          fy the words I needs must say!
+          Will you please to go away?
+          That is all I have to say,
+      Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!"
+
+
+                    VIII.
+
+    Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To the calm and silent sea
+       Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
+    Lay a large and lively Turtle.
+         "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
+          On your back beyond the sea,
+          Turtle, you shall carry me!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+
+                    IX.
+
+    Through the silent-roaring ocean
+        Did the Turtle swiftly go;
+          Holding fast upon his shell
+      Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    With a sad primaeval motion
+    Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
+          Still the Turtle bore him well.
+          Holding fast upon his shell,
+         "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    X.
+
+    From the Coast of Coromandel
+        Did that Lady never go;
+          On that heap of stones she mourns
+      For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    On that Coast of Coromandel,
+    In his jug without a handle
+        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
+        On that little heap of stones
+        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+
+
+THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Had once as many as we;
+    When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"
+        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
+    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
+    Lavender water tinged with pink;
+    For she said, "The World in general knows
+    There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes,
+        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
+    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
+        In a piece of scarlet flannel.
+    For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
+    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
+    And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
+    Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    The Pobble swam fast and well,
+        And when boats or ships came near him,
+    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
+        So that all the world could hear him.
+    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
+    When they saw him nearing the further side,--
+   "He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
+    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    But before he touched the shore,--
+        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
+    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
+        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
+    And when he came to observe his feet,
+    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
+    His face at once became forlorn
+    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And nobody ever knew,
+        From that dark day to the present,
+    Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
+        In a manner so far from pleasant.
+    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
+    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
+    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
+    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
+    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
+        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
+    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
+    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
+    And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
+    That Pobbles are happier without their toes."
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+
+    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
+    Who invented a purely original dress;
+    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
+    He opened the door and walked into the street.
+
+    By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
+    In the middle of which he inserted his head;
+    His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
+    The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
+    His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
+    His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
+    His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
+    His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
+    His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
+    And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
+    And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
+    A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+
+    He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
+    Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
+    And from every long street and dark lane in the town
+    Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
+    Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
+    Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
+    Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
+    And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
+    An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
+    Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
+    And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
+    Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
+    He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
+    For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
+    They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
+    They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
+    And now from the housetops with screechings descend
+    Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
+    They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
+    When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
+    They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
+    And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
+    They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
+    Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+
+    And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
+   "I will not wear a similar dress any more,
+    Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+
+                    I.
+
+    Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Climbed to the top of a wall.
+      And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
+      And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
+        And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
+    They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
+    And both were as happy as happy could be,
+            Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,--
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head,
+      Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos!
+
+
+                    II.
+
+   "Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
+        Just like pieces of stone,
+      On to the thorns, or into the moat,
+      What would become of your new green coat?
+        And might you not break a bone?
+    It never occurred to me before,
+    That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"
+            And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            What put it into your head
+      To climb up this wall, my own
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    Mr. Discobbolos answered,
+       "At first it gave me pain,
+      And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
+      When your exclamation made me think
+        We might never get down again!
+    But now I believe it is wiser far
+    To remain for ever just where we are."
+            And Mr. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head
+      We shall never go down again,
+                        Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Stood up and began to sing,--
+     "Far away from hurry and strife
+      Here we will pass the rest of life,
+        Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
+    We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
+    No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
+            From worry of life we've fled;
+            Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            There is no more trouble ahead,
+      Sorrow or any such thing,
+                        For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
+        The Quangle Wangle sat,
+    But his face you could not see,
+        On account of his Beaver Hat.
+    For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
+    With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
+    And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
+    So that nobody ever could see the face
+            Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "Jam, and jelly, and bread
+        Are the best of food for me!
+    But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
+    The plainer than ever it seems to me
+    That very few people come this way
+    And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
+            Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
+    And they said, "Did ever you see
+        Any spot so charmingly airy?
+    May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+    O please let us come and build a nest
+    Of whatever material suits you best,
+            Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
+    The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
+        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
+    (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
+    And all of them said, "We humbly beg
+    We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+       Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And the Golden Grouse came there,
+        And the Pobble who has no toes,
+    And the small Olympian bear,
+        And the Dong with a luminous nose.
+    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
+    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
+    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,--
+    All came and built on the lovely Hat
+      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+                    VI.
+
+    And the Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "When all these creatures move
+        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
+    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
+    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
+    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
+    And all were as happy as happy could be,
+      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUMMERBUND.
+An Indian Poem.
+
+                    I.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    To watch the Evening Star,
+And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+    Cried, "My! how fair you are!"
+Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
+And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+    Hung down from Tchokis blue.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+Below her home the river rolled
+    With soft meloobious sound,
+Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+    In myriads circling round.
+Above, on tallest trees remote
+    Green Ayahs perched alone,
+And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+    Its melancholy tone.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+And where the purple Nullahs threw
+    Their branches far and wide,
+And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+    In silence, side by side,
+The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+    Rose on the flagrant air,
+And oft the angry Jampan howled
+    Deep in his hateful lair.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    She heard the Nimmak hum,
+When all at once a cry arose,
+    "The Cummerbund is come!"
+In vain she fled: with open jaws
+    The angry monster followed,
+And so (before assistance came)
+    That Lady Fair was swollowed.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+They sought in vain for even a bone
+    Respectfully to bury;
+They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+    (And Echo answered, "Very.")
+They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+    Where last her form was seen,
+And underneath they wrote these words,
+    In yellow, blue, and green:
+"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+    Nor sit out late at night,
+Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+    And swollow you outright."
+
+
+NOTE.--First published in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
+
+
+
+
+THE AKOND OF SWAT.
+
+
+    Who, or why, or which, or _what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
+    Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
+    Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
+    Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
+    And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
+    Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
+    Does he cross his T's and finish his I's              with a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Can he write a letter concisely clear
+    Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people like him extremely well?
+    Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
+                                                    At the Akond of Swat?
+
+    If he catches them then, either old or young,
+    Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or _shot_,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
+    Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
+                                                     O the Akond of Swat!
+
+    Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
+    Or doesn't he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    To amuse his mind do his people show him
+    Pictures, or any one's last new poem,                    or WHAT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
+    Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
+    Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
+    Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
+    Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
+    Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
+    Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
+    When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
+    And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
+    When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
+    Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
+    Who or which or why or what
+                                                    Is the Akond of Swat!
+
+
+NOTE.--For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
+The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE BOTANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Armchairia Comfortabilis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bassia Palealensis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bubblia Blowpipia.]
+
+[Illustration: Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.]
+
+[Illustration: Crabbia Horrida.]
+
+[Illustration: Smalltoothcombia Domestica.]
+
+[Illustration: Knutmigrata Simplice.]
+
+[Illustration: Tureenia Ladlecum.]
+
+[Illustration: Puffia Leatherbellowsa.]
+
+[Illustration: Queeriflora Babyoeides.]
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABETS.
+
+
+                     A
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    A was an Area Arch
+        Where washerwomen sat;
+    They made a lot of lovely starch
+        To starch Papa's Cravat.
+
+
+                     B
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    B was a Bottle blue,
+        Which was not very small;
+    Papa he filled it full of beer,
+        And then he drank it all.
+
+
+                     C
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    C was Papa's gray Cat,
+        Who caught a squeaky Mouse;
+    She pulled him by his twirly tail
+        All about the house.
+
+
+                     D
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    D was Papa's white Duck,
+        Who had a curly tail;
+    One day it ate a great fat frog,
+        Besides a leetle snail.
+
+
+                     E
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    E was a little Egg,
+        Upon the breakfast table;
+    Papa came in and ate it up
+        As fast as he was able.
+
+
+                     F
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    F was a little Fish.
+        Cook in the river took it
+    Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
+        And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"
+
+
+                     G
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    G was Papa's new Gun;
+        He put it in a box;
+    And then he went and bought a bun,
+        And walked about the Docks.
+
+
+                     H
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    H was Papa's new Hat;
+        He wore it on his head;
+    Outside it was completely black,
+        But inside it was red.
+
+
+                     I
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    I was an Inkstand new,
+        Papa he likes to use it;
+    He keeps it in his pocket now,
+        For fear that he should lose it.
+
+
+                     J
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    J was some Apple Jam,
+        Of which Papa ate part;
+    But all the rest he took away
+        And stuffed into a tart.
+
+
+                     K
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    K was a great new Kite;
+        Papa he saw it fly
+    Above a thousand chimney pots,
+        And all about the sky.
+
+
+                     L
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    L was a fine new Lamp;
+        But when the wick was lit,
+    Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!
+        I cannot read a bit!"
+
+
+                     M
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    M was a dish of mince;
+        It looked so good to eat!
+    Papa, he quickly ate it up,
+        And said, "This is a treat!"
+
+
+                     N
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    N was a Nut that grew
+        High up upon a tree;
+    Papa, who could not reach it, said,
+        "That's _much_ too high for me!"
+
+
+                     O
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    O was an Owl who flew
+        All in the dark away,
+    Papa said, "What an owl you are!
+        Why don't you fly by day?"
+
+                     P
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    P was a little Pig,
+        Went out to take a walk;
+    Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,
+        He'd all turn into Pork!"
+
+
+                     Q
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Q was a Quince that hung
+        Upon a garden tree;
+    Papa he brought it with him home,
+        And ate it with his tea.
+
+
+                     R
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    R was a Railway Rug
+        Extremely large and warm;
+    Papa he wrapped it round his head,
+        In a most dreadful storm.
+
+
+                     S
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    S was Papa's new Stick,
+        Papa's new thumping Stick,
+    To thump extremely wicked boys,
+        Because it was so thick.
+
+
+                     T
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    T was a tumbler full
+        Of Punch all hot and good;
+    Papa he drank it up, when in
+        The middle of a wood.
+
+
+                     U
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    U was a silver urn,
+        Full of hot scalding water;
+    Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
+        I'd give it to my daughter!"
+
+
+                     V
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    V was a Villain; once
+        He stole a piece of beef.
+    Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!
+        That Villain is a Thief!"
+
+
+                     W
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    W was a Watch of Gold:
+        It told the time of day,
+    So that Papa knew when to come,
+        And when to go away.
+
+
+                     X
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    X was King Xerxes, whom
+        Papa much wished to know;
+    But this he could not do, because
+        Xerxes died long ago.
+
+
+                     Y
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Y was a Youth, who kicked
+        And screamed and cried like mad;
+    Papa he said, "Your conduct is
+        Abominably bad!"
+
+
+                     Z
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Z was a Zebra striped
+        And streaked with lines of black;
+    Papa said once, he thought he'd like
+        A ride upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+ALPHABET, No. 6.
+
+    A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+
+    B said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+
+    C said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+
+    D said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+
+    E said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+
+    F said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+
+    G said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+
+    H said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+
+    I said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+
+    J said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+
+    K said, "A Kangaroo is here,--this picture let him see."
+
+    L said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+
+    M said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+
+    N said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+
+    O said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+
+    P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+
+    Q said, "A Quince I recommend,--a Quince, or else a Quail."
+
+    R said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+
+    S said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+
+    T said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+
+    U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+
+    V said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+
+    W said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+
+    X said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+
+    Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+
+    Z said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
+             We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little
+                 master!
+             We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
+                 disaster!"
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Laughable Lyrics, by Edward Lear
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
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+Title: Laughable Lyrics
+
+Author: Edward Lear
+
+Release Date: October 8, 2004  [eBook #13649]
+
+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAUGHABLE LYRICS***
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+E-text prepared by Dave Newman, Ben Courtney, A. Deubelbeiss, Stan
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+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+
+A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+
+by
+
+EDWARD LEAR
+
+Author of the _Book of Nonsense_, _More Nonsense_,
+_Nonsense Songs, Stories_, etc., etc.
+
+With all the Original Illustrations
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+    LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+        THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
+        THE TWO OLD BACHELORS
+        THE PELICAN CHORUS
+        THE YONGHY-BONGHY-Bò
+        THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES
+        THE NEW VESTMENTS
+        MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS
+        THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT
+        THE CUMMERBUND
+        THE AKOND OF SWAT
+
+    NONSENSE BOTANY
+
+      " ALPHABET, No. 5
+      "    "      No. 6
+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS.
+
+
+THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When awful darkness and silence reign
+    Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+        Through the long, long wintry nights;
+    When the angry breakers roar
+    As they beat on the rocky shore;
+        When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+    Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--
+
+    Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
+    There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
+        A lonely spark with silvery rays
+        Piercing the coal-black night,--
+        A Meteor strange and bright:
+    Hither and thither the vision strays,
+        A single lurid light.
+
+    Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
+    Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
+    And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+    A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+    And those who watch at that midnight hour
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
+       "The Dong! the Dong!
+      The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+        The Dong! the Dong!
+      The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+        Long years ago
+      The Dong was happy and gay,
+    Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
+      Who came to those shores one day.
+    For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
+    Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
+        Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
+      And the rocks are smooth and gray.
+    And all the woods and the valleys rang
+    With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve._"
+
+    Happily, happily passed those days!
+      While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
+        They danced in circlets all night long,
+        To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
+      In moonlight, shine, or shade.
+    For day and night he was always there
+    By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
+    With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
+    Till the morning came of that hateful day
+    When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
+    And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
+    Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
+    Ever keeping his weary eyes on
+    That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
+    Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
+    As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve_."
+
+    But when the sun was low in the West,
+        The Dong arose and said,--
+    "What little sense I once possessed
+        Has quite gone out of my head!"
+    And since that day he wanders still
+    By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
+    Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
+    Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
+    For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
+    Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+
+        Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
+        Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
+        And because by night he could not see,
+        He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
+          On the flowery plain that grows.
+          And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
+        A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
+
+    Of vast proportions and painted red,
+    And tied with cords to the back of his head.
+        In a hollow rounded space it ended
+        With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
+            All fenced about
+            With a bandage stout
+            To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
+        And with holes all round to send the light
+        In gleaming rays on the dismal night
+
+    And now each night, and all night long,
+    Over those plains still roams the Dong;
+    And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
+    You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
+    While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
+    To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
+    Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
+    The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+    And all who watch at the midnight hour,
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
+    Moving along through the dreary night,--
+       "This is the hour when forth he goes,
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+        Yonder, over the plain he goes,--
+            He goes!
+            He goes,--
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
+One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
+Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
+"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
+Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
+And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
+And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
+But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+
+Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
+"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!
+If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
+But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+
+Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
+And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
+They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
+In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+
+But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
+And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
+And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
+An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
+Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all studious as he sits,--
+And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
+Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),--
+When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps."
+
+Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
+The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
+And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
+They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+
+"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!
+We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+
+But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
+At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
+And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
+At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
+And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
+                                                          of Stuffin'),
+The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+
+They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
+And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Pelicans]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+
+    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
+     No other Birds so grand we see!
+    None but we have feet like fins!
+    With lovely leathery throats and chins!
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still
+
+    We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
+    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
+    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
+    On long bare islands of yellow sand.
+    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
+    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
+
+    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
+    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
+    Wing to wing we dance around,
+    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
+    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
+    And this is the song we nightly snort,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
+    And all the Birds received her well.
+    To do her honor a feast we made
+    For every bird that can swim or wade,--
+    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
+    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
+    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
+    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
+    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
+    They ate and drank and danced all night,
+    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
+    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Yes, they came; and among the rest
+    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
+    Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
+    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
+    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
+    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
+    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
+    He has got no webs between his toes).
+
+    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
+    In violent love that Crane King fell,--
+    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
+    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
+    And before the end of the next long day
+    Our Dell had given her heart away;
+    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
+    With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.
+    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
+    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
+    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
+    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    And far away in the twilight sky
+    We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
+    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
+    And we stood alone in the silent night!
+    Often since, in the nights of June,
+    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--
+
+    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
+    And we probably never shall meet again!
+    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
+    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,--
+    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
+    And we probably never shall see her more.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Yonghy Bonghy Bò]
+
+THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BÒ.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the Coast of Coromandel
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          In the middle of the woods
+      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
+    One old jug without a handle,--
+          These were all his worldly goods:
+          In the middle of the woods,
+          These were all the worldly goods
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bò.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    Once, among the Bong-trees walking
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To a little heap of stones
+      Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There he heard a Lady talking,
+    To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,--
+        "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
+          On that little heap of stones
+          Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+   "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
+         Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
+           Will you come and be my wife?"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "I am tired of living singly--
+    On this coast so wild and shingly,--
+          I'm a-weary of my life;
+          If you'll come and be my wife,
+          Quite serene would be my life!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    "On this Coast of Coromandel
+         Shrimps and watercresses grow,
+           Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+   "You shall have my chairs and candle,
+    And my jug without a handle!
+          Gaze upon the rolling deep
+         (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
+          As the sea, my love is deep!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    Lady Jingly answered sadly,
+         And her tears began to flow,--
+          "Your proposal comes too late,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    I would be your wife most gladly!"
+    (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
+         "But in England I've a mate!
+          Yes! you've asked me far too late,
+          For in England I've a mate,
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+   "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,--
+         Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
+           Dorking fowls delights to send,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
+    And your jug without a handle,--
+          I can merely be your friend!
+          Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
+          I will give you three, my friend!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+
+
+                    VII.
+
+   "Though you've such a tiny body,
+         And your head so large doth grow,--
+           Though your hat may blow away,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
+    Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,
+    Yet I wish that I could modi-
+          fy the words I needs must say!
+          Will you please to go away?
+          That is all I have to say,
+      Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bò!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!"
+
+
+                    VIII.
+
+    Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To the calm and silent sea
+       Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
+    Lay a large and lively Turtle.
+         "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
+          On your back beyond the sea,
+          Turtle, you shall carry me!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+
+                    IX.
+
+    Through the silent-roaring ocean
+        Did the Turtle swiftly go;
+          Holding fast upon his shell
+      Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    With a sad primaeval motion
+    Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
+          Still the Turtle bore him well.
+          Holding fast upon his shell,
+         "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+                    X.
+
+    From the Coast of Coromandel
+        Did that Lady never go;
+          On that heap of stones she mourns
+      For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+    On that Coast of Coromandel,
+    In his jug without a handle
+        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
+        On that little heap of stones
+        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
+
+
+
+
+THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Had once as many as we;
+    When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"
+        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
+    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
+    Lavender water tinged with pink;
+    For she said, "The World in general knows
+    There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes,
+        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
+    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
+        In a piece of scarlet flannel.
+    For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
+    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
+    And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
+    Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    The Pobble swam fast and well,
+        And when boats or ships came near him,
+    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
+        So that all the world could hear him.
+    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
+    When they saw him nearing the further side,--
+   "He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
+    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    But before he touched the shore,--
+        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
+    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
+        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
+    And when he came to observe his feet,
+    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
+    His face at once became forlorn
+    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And nobody ever knew,
+        From that dark day to the present,
+    Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
+        In a manner so far from pleasant.
+    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
+    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
+    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
+    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
+    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
+        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
+    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
+    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
+    And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
+    That Pobbles are happier without their toes."
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+
+    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
+    Who invented a purely original dress;
+    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
+    He opened the door and walked into the street.
+
+    By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
+    In the middle of which he inserted his head;
+    His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
+    The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
+    His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
+    His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
+    His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
+    His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
+    His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
+    And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
+    And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
+    A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+
+    He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
+    Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
+    And from every long street and dark lane in the town
+    Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
+    Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
+    Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
+    Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
+    And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
+    An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
+    Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
+    And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
+    Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
+    He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
+    For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
+    They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
+    They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
+    And now from the housetops with screechings descend
+    Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
+    They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
+    When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
+    They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
+    And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
+    They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
+    Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+
+    And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
+   "I will not wear a similar dress any more,
+    Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+
+                    I.
+
+    Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Climbed to the top of a wall.
+      And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
+      And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
+        And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
+    They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
+    And both were as happy as happy could be,
+            Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,--
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head,
+      Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos!
+
+
+                    II.
+
+   "Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
+        Just like pieces of stone,
+      On to the thorns, or into the moat,
+      What would become of your new green coat?
+        And might you not break a bone?
+    It never occurred to me before,
+    That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"
+            And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            What put it into your head
+      To climb up this wall, my own
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    Mr. Discobbolos answered,
+       "At first it gave me pain,
+      And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
+      When your exclamation made me think
+        We might never get down again!
+    But now I believe it is wiser far
+    To remain for ever just where we are."
+            And Mr. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head
+      We shall never go down again,
+                        Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Stood up and began to sing,--
+     "Far away from hurry and strife
+      Here we will pass the rest of life,
+        Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
+    We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
+    No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
+            From worry of life we've fled;
+            Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            There is no more trouble ahead,
+      Sorrow or any such thing,
+                        For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
+        The Quangle Wangle sat,
+    But his face you could not see,
+        On account of his Beaver Hat.
+    For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
+    With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
+    And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
+    So that nobody ever could see the face
+            Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "Jam, and jelly, and bread
+        Are the best of food for me!
+    But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
+    The plainer than ever it seems to me
+    That very few people come this way
+    And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
+            Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
+    And they said, "Did ever you see
+        Any spot so charmingly airy?
+    May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+    O please let us come and build a nest
+    Of whatever material suits you best,
+            Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
+    The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
+        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
+    (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
+    And all of them said, "We humbly beg
+    We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+       Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And the Golden Grouse came there,
+        And the Pobble who has no toes,
+    And the small Olympian bear,
+        And the Dong with a luminous nose.
+    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
+    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
+    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,--
+    All came and built on the lovely Hat
+      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+                    VI.
+
+    And the Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "When all these creatures move
+        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
+    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
+    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
+    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
+    And all were as happy as happy could be,
+      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUMMERBUND.
+An Indian Poem.
+
+                    I.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    To watch the Evening Star,
+And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+    Cried, "My! how fair you are!"
+Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
+And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+    Hung down from Tchokis blue.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+Below her home the river rolled
+    With soft meloobious sound,
+Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+    In myriads circling round.
+Above, on tallest trees remote
+    Green Ayahs perched alone,
+And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+    Its melancholy tone.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+And where the purple Nullahs threw
+    Their branches far and wide,
+And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+    In silence, side by side,
+The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+    Rose on the flagrant air,
+And oft the angry Jampan howled
+    Deep in his hateful lair.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    She heard the Nimmak hum,
+When all at once a cry arose,
+    "The Cummerbund is come!"
+In vain she fled: with open jaws
+    The angry monster followed,
+And so (before assistance came)
+    That Lady Fair was swollowed.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+They sought in vain for even a bone
+    Respectfully to bury;
+They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+    (And Echo answered, "Very.")
+They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+    Where last her form was seen,
+And underneath they wrote these words,
+    In yellow, blue, and green:
+"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+    Nor sit out late at night,
+Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+    And swollow you outright."
+
+
+NOTE.--First published in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
+
+
+
+
+THE AKOND OF SWAT.
+
+
+    Who, or why, or which, or _what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
+    Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
+    Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
+    Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
+    And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
+    Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
+    Does he cross his T's and finish his I's              with a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Can he write a letter concisely clear
+    Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people like him extremely well?
+    Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
+                                                    At the Akond of Swat?
+
+    If he catches them then, either old or young,
+    Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or _shot_,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
+    Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
+                                                     O the Akond of Swat!
+
+    Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
+    Or doesn't he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    To amuse his mind do his people show him
+    Pictures, or any one's last new poem,                    or WHAT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
+    Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
+    Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
+    Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
+    Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
+    Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
+    Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
+    When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
+    And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
+    When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
+    Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
+    Who or which or why or what
+                                                    Is the Akond of Swat!
+
+
+NOTE.--For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
+The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE BOTANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Armchairia Comfortabilis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bassia Palealensis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bubblia Blowpipia.]
+
+[Illustration: Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.]
+
+[Illustration: Crabbia Horrida.]
+
+[Illustration: Smalltoothcombia Domestica.]
+
+[Illustration: Knutmigrata Simplice.]
+
+[Illustration: Tureenia Ladlecum.]
+
+[Illustration: Puffia Leatherbellowsa.]
+
+[Illustration: Queeriflora Babyöides.]
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABETS.
+
+
+                     A
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    A was an Area Arch
+        Where washerwomen sat;
+    They made a lot of lovely starch
+        To starch Papa's Cravat.
+
+
+                     B
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    B was a Bottle blue,
+        Which was not very small;
+    Papa he filled it full of beer,
+        And then he drank it all.
+
+
+                     C
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    C was Papa's gray Cat,
+        Who caught a squeaky Mouse;
+    She pulled him by his twirly tail
+        All about the house.
+
+
+                     D
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    D was Papa's white Duck,
+        Who had a curly tail;
+    One day it ate a great fat frog,
+        Besides a leetle snail.
+
+
+                     E
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    E was a little Egg,
+        Upon the breakfast table;
+    Papa came in and ate it up
+        As fast as he was able.
+
+
+                     F
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    F was a little Fish.
+        Cook in the river took it
+    Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
+        And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"
+
+
+                     G
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    G was Papa's new Gun;
+        He put it in a box;
+    And then he went and bought a bun,
+        And walked about the Docks.
+
+
+                     H
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    H was Papa's new Hat;
+        He wore it on his head;
+    Outside it was completely black,
+        But inside it was red.
+
+
+                     I
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    I was an Inkstand new,
+        Papa he likes to use it;
+    He keeps it in his pocket now,
+        For fear that he should lose it.
+
+
+                     J
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    J was some Apple Jam,
+        Of which Papa ate part;
+    But all the rest he took away
+        And stuffed into a tart.
+
+
+                     K
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    K was a great new Kite;
+        Papa he saw it fly
+    Above a thousand chimney pots,
+        And all about the sky.
+
+
+                     L
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    L was a fine new Lamp;
+        But when the wick was lit,
+    Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!
+        I cannot read a bit!"
+
+
+                     M
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    M was a dish of mince;
+        It looked so good to eat!
+    Papa, he quickly ate it up,
+        And said, "This is a treat!"
+
+
+                     N
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    N was a Nut that grew
+        High up upon a tree;
+    Papa, who could not reach it, said,
+        "That's _much_ too high for me!"
+
+
+                     O
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    O was an Owl who flew
+        All in the dark away,
+    Papa said, "What an owl you are!
+        Why don't you fly by day?"
+
+                     P
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    P was a little Pig,
+        Went out to take a walk;
+    Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,
+        He'd all turn into Pork!"
+
+
+                     Q
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Q was a Quince that hung
+        Upon a garden tree;
+    Papa he brought it with him home,
+        And ate it with his tea.
+
+
+                     R
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    R was a Railway Rug
+        Extremely large and warm;
+    Papa he wrapped it round his head,
+        In a most dreadful storm.
+
+
+                     S
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    S was Papa's new Stick,
+        Papa's new thumping Stick,
+    To thump extremely wicked boys,
+        Because it was so thick.
+
+
+                     T
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    T was a tumbler full
+        Of Punch all hot and good;
+    Papa he drank it up, when in
+        The middle of a wood.
+
+
+                     U
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    U was a silver urn,
+        Full of hot scalding water;
+    Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
+        I'd give it to my daughter!"
+
+
+                     V
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    V was a Villain; once
+        He stole a piece of beef.
+    Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!
+        That Villain is a Thief!"
+
+
+                     W
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    W was a Watch of Gold:
+        It told the time of day,
+    So that Papa knew when to come,
+        And when to go away.
+
+
+                     X
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    X was King Xerxes, whom
+        Papa much wished to know;
+    But this he could not do, because
+        Xerxes died long ago.
+
+
+                     Y
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Y was a Youth, who kicked
+        And screamed and cried like mad;
+    Papa he said, "Your conduct is
+        Abominably bad!"
+
+
+                     Z
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Z was a Zebra striped
+        And streaked with lines of black;
+    Papa said once, he thought he'd like
+        A ride upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+ALPHABET, No. 6.
+
+    A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+
+    B said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+
+    C said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+
+    D said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+
+    E said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+
+    F said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+
+    G said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+
+    H said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+
+    I said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+
+    J said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+
+    K said, "A Kangaroo is here,--this picture let him see."
+
+    L said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+
+    M said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+
+    N said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+
+    O said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+
+    P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+
+    Q said, "A Quince I recommend,--a Quince, or else a Quail."
+
+    R said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+
+    S said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+
+    T said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+
+    U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+
+    V said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+
+    W said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+
+    X said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+
+    Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+
+    Z said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
+             We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little
+                 master!
+             We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
+                 disaster!"
+
+
+
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Laughable Lyrics, by Edward Lear</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p>Title: Laughable Lyrics</p>
+<p>Author: Edward Lear</p>
+<p>Release Date: October 8, 2004  [eBook #13649]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAUGHABLE LYRICS***</p>
+<br /><br /><h3>E-text prepared by Dave Newman, Ben Courtney,<br />
+                A. Deubelbeiss, Stan Goodman,<br />
+                and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders</h3><br /><br />
+<div class="book" id="book4">
+	<hr />
+	<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="learstrip">
+		<tr>
+			<td height="30">
+				&nbsp;
+			</td>
+		</tr>
+	</table>
+	<hr />
+	<div class="thecover" id="cover4">
+		<a class="pagenumber" name="page338" id="page338" title="338"></a>
+		<table summary="Nonsense Books" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" border="0" width="100%">
+			<tr>
+				<td align="center" width="50%">
+					<h1><span class="bigger">Laughable Lyrics:</span><br />
+					A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+					</h1>
+					<h2>by<br />
+					Edward Lear,</h2>
+					<blockquote class="smaller"><i>Author of the 'Book of Nonsense' 'More Nonsense' 'Nonsense
+					Songs, Stories,' etc., etc.</i>
+					<img src="images/411.gif" alt="Laughable Lyrics" />
+					</blockquote>
+					<p align="center">With all the Original Illustrations.</p>
+
+					<h4>1894</h4>
+					<p align="center">Originally published 1877</p>
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page339" id="page339" title="339"></a>
+				</td>
+				<td align="left">
+					<p class="smaller" align="center"><a href="images/bookcovers/book4.gif" target="_blank"><img src="images/bookcovers/book4_t.gif" alt="Laughable Lyrics" /></a><br />
+					<b>Original Cover</b><br />Click for larger version.
+					</p>
+					<ul class="tableofcontents" id="book4contents">
+						<li><a href="#laughable"><b>Laughable Lyrics.</b></a>
+							<ul>
+								<li><a href="#dong">The Dong With A Luminous Nose</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#bachelors">The Two Old Bachelors</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#pelican">The Pelican Chorus</a>
+									<ul>
+										<li><a href="#pelicanmusic">sheet music</a></li>
+										<li><a href="music/pelican.pdf">.pdf</a> / <a href="music/pelican.midi">.midi</a> / <a href="music/pelican.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span></li>
+									</ul>
+								</li>
+								<li><a href="#bo">The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;</a>
+									<ul>
+										<li><a href="#bomusic">sheet music</a></li>
+										<li><a href="music/yonghy.pdf">.pdf</a> / <a href="music/yonghy.midi">.midi</a> / <a href="music/yonghy.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span></li>
+									</ul>
+								</li>
+								<li><a href="#pobble">The Pobble Who Has No Toes</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#vestments">The New Vestments</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#discobbolos">Mr. And Mrs. Discobbolos</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#quangle">The Quangle Wangle's Hat</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#cummerbund">The Cummerbund</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#akond">The Akond Of Swat</a></li>
+							</ul>
+						</li>
+						<li><a href="#botany3"><b>Nonsense Botany</b></a></li>
+						<li><a href="#alphabets2"><b>Nonsense Alphabets</b></a>
+							<ul>
+								<li><a href="#alphabet5">No. 5</a></li>
+								<li><a href="#alphabet6">No. 6</a></li>
+							</ul>
+						</li>
+					</ul>
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+		</table>
+	</div>
+	<a class="pagenumber" name="page340" id="page340" title="340"></a>
+	<a class="pagenumber" name="page341" id="page341" title="341"></a>
+	<hr />
+		<div class="subbook" id="laughable">
+			<h2>LAUGHABLE LYRICS.</h2>
+			<p class="subbookmenu"><a href="#dong">The Dong with a Luminous Nose</a> <a href="#bachelors">The Two Old Bachelors</a> <a href="#pelican">The Pelican Chorus</a> <a href="#bo">The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;</a> <a href="#pobble">The Pobble who has no Toes</a> <a href="#vestments">The New Vestments</a> <a href="#discobbolos">Mr. And Mrs. Discobbolos</a> <a href="#quangle">The Quangle Wangle's Hat</a> <a href="#cummerbund">The Cummerbund</a> <a href="#akond">The Akond of Swat</a>
+			</p>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="dong">
+				<img src="images/405.gif" alt="The Dong with a Luminous Nose" />
+				<h3>THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">W</span>hen awful darkness and silence reign<br />
+				Over the great Gromboolian plain,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Through the long, long wintry nights;</span>
+				When the angry breakers roar<br />
+				As they beat on the rocky shore;<br />
+				<span class="i2">When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights</span>
+				Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,&#8212;
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Then, through the vast and gloomy dark<br />
+				There moves what seems a fiery spark,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">A lonely spark with silvery rays</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page342" id="page342" title="342"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Piercing the coal-black night,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">A Meteor strange and bright:</span>
+				<span class="i2">Hither and thither the vision strays,</span>
+				<span class="i4">A single lurid light.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,&#8212;<br />
+				Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;<br />
+				And ever as onward it gleaming goes<br />
+				A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.<br />
+				And those who watch at that midnight hour<br />
+				From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,<br />
+				Cry, as the wild light passes along,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">"The Dong! the Dong!</span>
+				<span class="i2">The wandering Dong through the forest goes!</span>
+				<span class="i4">The Dong! the Dong!</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="i4">Long years ago</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong was happy and gay,</span>
+				Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl<br />
+				<span class="i2">Who came to those shores one day.</span>
+				For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,&#8212;<br />
+				Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd<br />
+				<span class="i4">Where the Oblong Oysters grow,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And the rocks are smooth and gray.</span>
+				And all the woods and the valleys rang<br />
+				With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,&#8212;<br />
+				<i><span class="i6">"Far and few, far and few,</span>
+				<span class="i6">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span>
+				<span class="i6">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span>
+				<span class="i6">And they went to sea in a sieve."</span></i>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page343" id="page343" title="343"></a>
+				Happily, happily passed those days!<br />
+				<span class="i8">While the cheerful Jumblies staid;</span>
+				<span class="i4">They danced in circlets all night long,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,</span>
+				<span class="i8">In moonlight, shine, or shade.</span>
+				For day and night he was always there<br />
+				By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,<br />
+				With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;<br />
+				Till the morning came of that hateful day<br />
+				When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,<br />
+				And the Dong was left on the cruel shore<br />
+				Gazing, gazing for evermore,&#8212;<br />
+				Ever keeping his weary eyes on<br />
+				That pea-green sail on the far horizon,&#8212;<br />
+				Singing the Jumbly Chorus still<br />
+				As he sate all day on the grassy hill,&#8212;<br />
+				<i><span class="i10">"Far and few, far and few,</span>
+				<span class="i10">Are the lands where the Jumblies live;</span>
+				<span class="i10">Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,</span>
+				<span class="i10">And they went to sea in a sieve."</span></i>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But when the sun was low in the West,<br />
+				<span class="i4">The Dong arose and said,&#8212;</span>
+				&#8212;"What little sense I once possessed<br />
+				<span class="i4">Has quite gone out of my head!"</span>
+				And since that day he wanders still<br />
+				By lake and forest, marsh and hill,<br />
+				Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,<br />
+				Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!<br />
+				For ever I'll seek by lake and shore<br />
+				Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page344" id="page344" title="344"></a>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="i2">Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;</span>
+				<span class="i2">And because by night he could not see,</span>
+				<span class="i2">He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree</span>
+				<span class="i4">On the flowery plain that grows.</span>
+				<span class="i4">And he wove him a wondrous Nose,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!</span>
+				Of vast proportions and painted red,<br />
+				And tied with cords to the back of his head.<br />
+				<span class="i2">&#8212;In a hollow rounded space it ended</span>
+				<span class="i2">With a luminous Lamp within suspended,</span>
+				<span class="i4">All fenced about</span>
+				<span class="i4">With a bandage stout</span>
+				<span class="i4">To prevent the wind from blowing it out;</span>
+				<span class="i2">And with holes all round to send the light</span>
+				<span class="i2">In gleaming rays on the dismal night</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And now each night, and all night long,<br />
+				Over those plains still roams the Dong;<br />
+				And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe<br />
+				You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,<br />
+				While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,<br />
+				To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;<br />
+				Lonely and wild, all night he goes,&#8212;<br />
+				The Dong with a luminous Nose!<br />
+				And all who watch at the midnight hour,<br />
+				From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,<br />
+				Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,<br />
+				Moving along through the dreary night,&#8212;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page345" id="page345" title="345"></a>
+				<span class="i2">"This is the hour when forth he goes,</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Yonder, over the plain he goes,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">He goes!</span>
+				<span class="i4">He goes,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">The Dong with a luminous Nose!"</span>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="bachelors">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page346" id="page346" title="346"></a>
+				<img src="images/406.gif" alt="The Two Old Bachelors." />
+				<h3>
+				THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+				</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>wo old Bachelors were living in one house;<br />
+				One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.<br />
+				Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,&#8212;<br />
+				"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,<br />
+				Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,<br />
+				And what to do for dinner&#8212;since we haven't any money?<br />
+				And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,<br />
+				But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,&#8212;<br />
+				"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!<br />
+				If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;<br />
+				But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town<br />
+				And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page347" id="page347" title="347"></a>
+				They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found<br />
+				In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,<br />
+				And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;<br />
+				And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,&#8212;<br />
+				An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.<br />
+				Climb up, and seize him by the toes,&#8212;all studious as he sits,&#8212;<br />
+				And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!<br />
+				Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),&#8212;<br />
+				When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good&#8212;perhaps."
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Those two old Bachelors without loss of time<br />
+				The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;<br />
+				And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,<br />
+				They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!<br />
+				We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,<br />
+				At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;<br />
+				And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,&#8212;<br />
+				At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;<br />
+				And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want of Stuffin'),<br />
+				The Mouse had fled&#8212;and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;<br />
+				And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page348" id="page348" title="348"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="pelican">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page349" id="page349" title="349"></a>
+				<h3>
+				THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+				</h3>
+				<img src="images/408.gif" alt="The Pelican Chorus" />
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">K</span>ing and Queen of the Pelicans we;<br />
+				No other Birds so grand we see!<br />
+				None but we have feet like fins!<br />
+				With lovely leathery throats and chins!<br />
+				<span class="i2">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think so then, and we thought so still</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.<br />
+				By night we sleep on the cliffs above;<br />
+				By day we fish, and at eve we stand<br />
+				On long bare islands of yellow sand.<br />
+				And when the sun sinks slowly down,<br />
+				And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page350" id="page350" title="350"></a>
+				Where the purple river rolls fast and dim<br />
+				And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,<br />
+				Wing to wing we dance around,<br />
+				Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,<br />
+				Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;<br />
+				And this is the song we nightly snort,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Last year came out our Daughter Dell,<br />
+				And all the Birds received her well.<br />
+				To do her honor a feast we made<br />
+				For every bird that can swim or wade,&#8212;<br />
+				Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,<br />
+				Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,<br />
+				Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,<br />
+				Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:<br />
+				Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!<br />
+				They ate and drank and danced all night,<br />
+				And echoing back from the rocks you heard<br />
+				Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Yes, they came; and among the rest<br />
+				The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page351" id="page351" title="351"></a>
+				Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float<br />
+				Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;<br />
+				With pea-green trowsers all so neat,<br />
+				And a delicate frill to hide his feet<br />
+				(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows<br />
+				He has got no webs between his toes).<br />
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,<br />
+				In violent love that Crane King fell,&#8212;<br />
+				On seeing her waddling form so fair,<br />
+				With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.<br />
+				And before the end of the next long day<br />
+				Our Dell had given her heart away;<br />
+				For the King of the Cranes had won that heart<br />
+				With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.<br />
+				She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,<br />
+				Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;<br />
+				And away they flew in a gathering crowd<br />
+				Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.<br />
+				<span class="i4">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i4">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And far away in the twilight sky<br />
+				We heard them singing a lessening cry,&#8212;<br />
+				Farther and farther, till out of sight,<br />
+				And we stood alone in the silent night!<br />
+				Often since, in the nights of June,<br />
+				We sit on the sand and watch the moon,&#8212;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page352" id="page352" title="352"></a>
+				She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,<br />
+				And we probably never shall meet again!<br />
+				Oft, in the long still nights of June,<br />
+				We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,&#8212;<br />
+				She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.<br />
+				And we probably never shall see her more.<br />
+				<span class="i2">Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think no Birds so happy as we!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!</span>
+				<span class="i2">We think so then, and we thought so still!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				<img src="images/407.gif" alt="'Sheet Music: The Pelicans" id="pelicanmusic" /><br />
+				2004: also available as <a href="music/pelican.pdf">.pdf</a>, <a href="music/pelican.midi">.midi</a>, or <a href="music/pelican.ly">Lilypond markup</a>
+				</p>
+				<p class="smaller"><b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>The Air of this and the following Song by Edward Lear; the
+			Arrangement for the Piano by Professor Pom&egrave;, of San Remo, Italy.
+			<a class="pagenumber" name="page353" id="page353" title="353"></a></p>
+			</div>
+
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="bo">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page354" id="page354" title="354"></a>
+				<img src="images/410.gif" alt="The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" />
+				<h3>
+				THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-B&Ograve;.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">O</span>n the Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i4">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i6">In the middle of the woods</span>
+				<span class="i2">Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				Two old chairs, and half a candle,<br />
+				One old jug without a handle,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">These were all his worldly goods:</span>
+				<span class="i4">In the middle of the woods,</span>
+				<span class="i4">These were all the worldly goods</span>
+				<span class="i2">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Of the Yonghy-Bonghy B&ograve;.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page355" id="page355" title="355"></a>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">	II.</p>
+				<p>
+				Once, among the Bong-trees walking<br />
+				<span class="i2">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To a little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i2">Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				There he heard a Lady talking,<br />
+				To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i6">"'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!</span>
+				<span class="i6">On that little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i6">Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"</span>
+				<span class="i4">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!<br />
+				<span class="i2">Sitting where the pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Will you come and be my wife?"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				"I am tired of living singly"&#8212;<br />
+				On this coast so wild and shingly,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">I'm a-weary of my life;</span>
+				<span class="i4">If you'll come and be my wife,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Quite serene would be my life!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				"On this Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i2">Shrimps and watercresses grow,</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page356" id="page356" title="356"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				"You shall have my chairs and candle,<br />
+				And my jug without a handle!<br />
+				<span class="i4">Gaze upon the rolling deep</span>
+				<span class="i4">(Fish is plentiful and cheap);</span>
+				<span class="i4">As the sea, my love is deep!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				Lady Jingly answered sadly,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And her tears began to flow,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">"Your proposal comes too late,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				I would be your wife most gladly!"<br />
+				(Here she twirled her fingers madly,)<br />
+				<span class="i4">"But in England I've a mate!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Yes! you've asked me far too late,</span>
+				<span class="i4">For in England I've a mate,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">Handel Jones, Esquire, &amp; Co.)</span>
+				<span class="i4">Dorking fowls delights to send,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,<br />
+				And your jug without a handle,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i4">I can merely be your friend!</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page357" id="page357" title="357"></a>
+				<span class="i4">Should my Jones more Dorkings send,</span>
+				<span class="i4">I will give you three, my friend!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VII.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Though you've such a tiny body,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And your head so large doth grow,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i4">Though your hat may blow away,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,<br />
+				Yet I wish that I could modi-<br />
+				<span class="i4">fy the words I needs must say!</span>
+				<span class="i4">Will you please to go away?</span>
+				<span class="i4">That is all I have to say,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-B&ograve;!</span>
+				<span class="i2">Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber"><br />
+				VIII.<br />
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Where the early pumpkins blow,</span>
+				<span class="i4">To the calm and silent sea</span>
+				<span class="i2">Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,<br />
+				Lay a large and lively Turtle.<br />
+				<span class="i4">"You're the Cove," he said, "for me;</span>
+				<span class="i4">On your back beyond the sea,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Turtle, you shall carry me!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page358" id="page358" title="358"></a>
+				<img src="images/411.gif" alt="The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo" /><br />
+				<p class="versenumber">IX.</p>
+				<p>
+				Through the silent-roaring ocean<br />
+				<span class="i2">Did the Turtle swiftly go;</span>
+				<span class="i4">Holding fast upon his shell</span>
+				<span class="i2">Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				With a sad primaeval motion<br />
+				Towards the sunset isles of Boshen<br />
+				<span class="i4">Still the Turtle bore him well.</span>
+				<span class="i4">Holding fast upon his shell,</span>
+				<span class="i4">"Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"</span>
+				<span class="i2">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">X.</p>
+				<p>
+				From the Coast of Coromandel<br />
+				<span class="i2">Did that Lady never go;</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page359" id="page359" title="359"></a>
+				<span class="i4">On that heap of stones she mourns</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				On that Coast of Coromandel,<br />
+				In his jug without a handle<br />
+				<span class="i4">Still she weeps, and daily moans;</span>
+				<span class="i4">On that little heap of stones</span>
+				<span class="i4">To her Dorking Hens she moans,</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;,</span>
+				<span class="i2">For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page360" id="page360" title="360"></a>
+				</p>
+				<img src="images/409.gif" alt="Sheet Music: The Yonghy-Bonghy-B&ograve;" id="bomusic" /><br />
+				Also available as <a href="music/yonghy.pdf">.pdf</a>, <a href="music/yonghy.midi">.midi</a>, or <a href="music/yonghy.ly">Lilypond markup</a>. <span class="smaller">(<i>added 2004</i>)</span>
+			</div>
+			<div class="longpoem" id="pobble">
+
+				<hr />
+
+				<img src="images/412.gif" alt="The Pobble who has no Toes" />
+				<h3>
+				THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>he Pobble who has no toes<br />
+				<span class="i2">Had once as many as we;</span>
+				When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"<br />
+				<span class="i2">He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"</span>
+				And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink<br />
+				Lavender water tinged with pink;<br />
+				For she said, "The World in general knows<br />
+				There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>he Pobble who has no toes,<br />
+				<span class="i2">Swam across the Bristol Channel;</span>
+				But before he set out he wrapped his nose<br />
+				<span class="i2">In a piece of scarlet flannel.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page361" id="page361" title="361"></a>
+				For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm<br />
+				Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;<br />
+				And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes<br />
+				Are safe&#8212;provided he minds his nose."
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Pobble swam fast and well,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And when boats or ships came near him,</span>
+				He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell<br />
+				<span class="i2">So that all the world could hear him.</span>
+				And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,<br />
+				When they saw him nearing the further side,&#8212;<br />
+				"He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's<br />
+				Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				But before he touched the shore,&#8212;<br />
+				<span class="i2">The shore of the Bristol Channel,</span>
+				A sea-green Porpoise carried away<br />
+				<span class="i2">His wrapper of scarlet flannel.</span>
+				And when he came to observe his feet,<br />
+				Formerly garnished with toes so neat,<br />
+				His face at once became forlorn<br />
+				On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				And nobody ever knew,<br />
+				<span class="i2">From that dark day to the present,</span>
+				Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,<br />
+				<span class="i2">In a manner so far from pleasant.</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page362" id="page362" title="362"></a>
+				Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,<br />
+				Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,<br />
+				Nobody knew; and nobody knows<br />
+				How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Pobble who has no toes<br />
+				<span class="i2">Was placed in a friendly Bark,</span>
+				And they rowed him back, and carried him up<br />
+				<span class="i2">To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.</span>
+				And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,<br />
+				Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;<br />
+				And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,<br />
+				That Pobbles are happier without their toes."<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page363" id="page363" title="363"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="vestments">
+				<h3>
+				THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+				</h3>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">T</span>here lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,<br />
+				Who invented a purely original dress;<br />
+				And when it was perfectly made and complete,<br />
+				He opened the door and walked into the street.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,<br />
+				In the middle of which he inserted his head;<br />
+				His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,<br />
+				The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;<br />
+				His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;<br />
+				His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;<br />
+				His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;<br />
+				His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;<br />
+				His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,<br />
+				And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;<br />
+				And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,<br />
+				A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,<br />
+				Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;<br />
+				And from every long street and dark lane in the town<br />
+				Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.<br />
+				Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;<br />
+				Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;<br />
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page364" id="page364" title="364"></a>
+				Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,<br />
+				And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;<br />
+				An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore <i>up</i> his<br />
+				Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;<br />
+				And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,<br />
+				Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.<br />
+				He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,<br />
+				For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:<br />
+				They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;<br />
+				They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;<br />
+				And now from the housetops with screechings descend<br />
+				Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:<br />
+				They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,<br />
+				When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;<br />
+				They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,<br />
+				And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;<br />
+				They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,&#8212;<br />
+				Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,<br />
+				"I will not wear a similar dress any more,<br />
+				Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="discobbolos">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page365" id="page365" title="365"></a>
+				<h3>
+				MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+				</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">M</span>r. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+				<span class="i4">Climbed to the top of a wall.</span>
+				<span class="i2">And they sate to watch the sunset sky,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,</span>
+				<span class="i4">And the Biscuit Buffalo call.</span>
+				They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,<br />
+				And both were as happy as happy could be,<br />
+				<span class="i8">Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">It has just come into my head,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!</span>
+				<span class="i16">Darling Mr. Discobbolos!</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				"Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,<br />
+				<span class="i4">Just like pieces of stone,</span>
+				<span class="i2">On to the thorns, or into the moat,</span>
+				<span class="i2">What would become of your new green coat?</span>
+				<span class="i4">And might you not break a bone?</span>
+				It never occurred to me before,<br />
+				That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"<br />
+				<span class="i8">And Mrs. Discobbolos said,</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page366" id="page366" title="366"></a>
+				<span class="i8">What put it into your head</span>
+				<span class="i4">To climb up this wall, my own</span>
+				<span class="i16">Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">	III.</p>
+				<p>
+				Mr. Discobbolos answered,<br />
+				<span class="i4">"At first it gave me pain,</span>
+				<span class="i2">And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink</span>
+				<span class="i2">When your exclamation made me think</span>
+				<span class="i4">We might never get down again!</span>
+				But now I believe it is wiser far<br />
+				To remain for ever just where we are."<br />
+				<span class="i8">And Mr. Discobbolos said,</span>
+				<span class="i8">"Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">It has just come into my head</span>
+				<span class="i4">We shall never go down again,</span>
+				<span class="i16">Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos<br />
+				<span class="i4">Stood up and began to sing,&#8212;</span>
+				<span class="i2">"Far away from hurry and strife</span>
+				<span class="i2">Here we will pass the rest of life,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!</span>
+				We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,<br />
+				No tables nor carpets nor household cares;<br />
+				<span class="i8">From worry of life we've fled;</span>
+				<span class="i8">Oh! W! X! Y! Z!</span>
+				<span class="i8">There is no more trouble ahead,</span>
+				<span class="i4">Sorrow or any such thing,</span>
+				<span class="i16">For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page367" id="page367" title="367"></a>
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="quangle">
+				<img src="images/413.gif" alt="The Quangle Wangle's Hat" />
+				<h3>THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.</h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">O</span>n the top of the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">The Quangle Wangle sat,</span>
+				But his face you could not see,<br />
+				<span class="i2">On account of his Beaver Hat.</span>
+				For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,<br />
+				With ribbons and bibbons on every side,<br />
+				And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,<br />
+				So that nobody ever could see the face<br />
+				<span class="i6">Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				The Quangle Wangle said<br />
+				<span class="i2">To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,</span>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page368" id="page368" title="368"></a>
+				"Jam, and jelly, and bread<br />
+				<span class="i2">Are the best of food for me!</span>
+				But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				The plainer than ever it seems to me<br />
+				That very few people come this way<br />
+				And that life on the whole is far from gay!"<br />
+				<span class="i6">Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				But there came to the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">Mr. and Mrs. Canary;</span>
+				And they said, "Did ever you see<br />
+				<span class="i2">Any spot so charmingly airy?</span>
+				May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?<br />
+				Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!<br />
+				O please let us come and build a nest<br />
+				Of whatever material suits you best,<br />
+				<span class="i6">Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree<br />
+				<span class="i2">Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;</span>
+				The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,<br />
+				<span class="i2">The Frog and the Fimble Fowl</span>
+				(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);<br />
+				And all of them said, "We humbly beg<br />
+				We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,&#8212;<br />
+				Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!<br />
+				<span class="i6">Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page369" id="page369" title="369"></a>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				And the Golden Grouse came there,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And the Pobble who has no toes,</span>
+				And the small Olympian bear,<br />
+				<span class="i2">And the Dong with a luminous nose.</span>
+				And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,<br />
+				And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,<br />
+				And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,&#8212;<br />
+				All came and built on the lovely Hat<br />
+				<span class="i6">Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">VI.</p>
+				<p>
+				And the Quangle Wangle said<br />
+				<span class="i2">To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,</span>
+				"When all these creatures move<br />
+				<span class="i2">What a wonderful noise there'll be!"</span>
+				And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon<br />
+				They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,<br />
+				On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,<br />
+				And all were as happy as happy could be,<br />
+				<span class="i6">With the Quangle Wangle Quee.</span>
+				</p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page370" id="page370" title="370"></a>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="cummerbund">
+				<h3>THE CUMMERBUND.<br /><span class="chapterdescription">An Indian Poem.</span></h3>
+				<p class="versenumber">I.</p>
+				<p>
+				<span class="largecap">S</span>he sate upon her Dobie,
+				<span class="i2">To watch the Evening Star,</span>
+				And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+				<span class="i2">Cried, "My! how fair you are!"</span>
+				Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+				<span class="i2">The tall Kamsamahs grew,</span>
+				And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+				<span class="i2">Hung down from Tchokis blue.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">II.</p>
+				<p>
+				Below her home the river rolled
+				<span class="i2">With soft meloobious sound,</span>
+				Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+				<span class="i2">In myriads circling round.</span>
+				Above, on tallest trees remote
+				<span class="i2">Green Ayahs perched alone,</span>
+				And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+				<span class="i2">Its melancholy tone.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">III.</p>
+				<p>
+				And where the purple Nullahs threw
+				<span class="i2">Their branches far and wide,</span>
+								</p>
+				<p>
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page371" id="page371" title="371"></a>
+				And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+				<span class="i2">In silence, side by side,</span>
+				The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+				<span class="i2">Rose on the flagrant air,</span>
+				And oft the angry Jampan howled
+				<span class="i2">Deep in his hateful lair.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">IV.</p>
+				<p>
+				She sate upon her Dobie,
+				<span class="i2">She heard the Nimmak hum,</span>
+				When all at once a cry arose,
+				<span class="i2">"The Cummerbund is come!"</span>
+				In vain she fled: with open jaws
+				<span class="i2">The angry monster followed,</span>
+				And so (before assistance came)
+				<span class="i2">That Lady Fair was swollowed.</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="versenumber">V.</p>
+				<p>
+				They sought in vain for even a bone
+				<span class="i2">Respectfully to bury;</span>
+				They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+				<span class="i2">(And Echo answered, "Very.")</span>
+				They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+				<span class="i2">Where last her form was seen,</span>
+				And underneath they wrote these words,
+				<span class="i2">In yellow, blue, and green:</span>
+				</p>
+				<p>
+				"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+				<span class="i2">Nor sit out late at night,</span>
+				Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+				<span class="i2">And swollow you outright."</span>
+				</p>
+				<p class="smaller">
+				<b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>First published in <i>Times of India</i>, Bombay, July, 1874.
+				</p>
+			</div>
+			<hr />
+			<div class="longpoem" id="akond">
+				<a class="pagenumber" name="page372" id="page372" title="372"></a>
+				<h3>THE AKOND OF SWAT.</h3>
+				<table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5">
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							<span class="largecap">W</span>ho, or why, or which, or <i>what</i>,
+							Is the Akond of SWAT?<br />
+							Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?<br />
+							Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" width="33%" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or SQUAT?<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Is he wise or foolish, young or old?<br />
+							Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" width="33%" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or HOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,<br />
+							And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or TROT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?<br />
+							Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a COT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							When he writes a copy in round-hand size,<br />
+							Does he cross his T's and finish his I's<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							with a DOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Can he write a letter concisely clear<br />
+							Without a speck or a smudge or smear<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or BLOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Do his people like him extremely well?<br />
+							Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or PLOT,<br />
+							At the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							If he catches them then, either old or young,<br />
+							Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or <i>shot</i>,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Do his people prig in the lanes or park?<br />
+							Or even at times, when days are dark,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center">
+							<p>
+							GAROTTE?<br />
+							O the Akond of Swat!
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he study the wants of his own dominion?<br />
+							Or doesn't he care for public opinion<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							a JOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							To amuse his mind do his people show him<br />
+							Pictures, or any one's last new poem,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or WHAT,<br />
+							For the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,<br />
+							Do they bring him only a few small cakes,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a LOT,<br />
+							For the Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?<br />
+							Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a DOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like to lie on his back in a boat<br />
+							Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							SHALLOTT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?<br />
+							Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a SCOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?<br />
+							Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a GROTT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?<br />
+							Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a POT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							<a class="pagenumber" name="page374" id="page374" title="374"></a>
+							Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,<br />
+							When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or ROT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,<br />
+							And tie it neat in a bow with ends,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or a KNOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?<br />
+							When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							or NOT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?<br />
+							Does he sail about on an inland lake,<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							in a YACHT,<br />
+							The Akond of Swat?
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+					<tr>
+						<td align="left" valign="top">
+							<p>
+							Some one, or nobody, knows I wot<br />
+							Who or which or why or what<br /><br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+						<td align="center" valign="bottom">
+							<p>
+							Is the Akond of Swat!<br />
+							</p>
+						</td>
+					</tr>
+			</table>
+			<p class="smaller">
+			<b>NOTE.&#8212;</b>For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, <i>passim</i>.
+			The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+			monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+			</p>
+		</div>	</div>
+		<hr />
+
+	<div class="subbook" id="botany3">
+	<h2>NONSENSE BOTANY.</h2>
+			<p class="subbookmenu">
+			<a href="#botany3_1">Armchairia Comfortabilis</a> <a href="#botany3_2">Bassia Palealensis</a> <a href="#botany3_3">Bubblia Blowpipia</a> <a href="#botany3_4">Bluebottlia Buzztilentia</a> <a href="#botany3_5">Crabbia Horrida</a> <a href="#botany3_6">Smalltoothcombia Domestica</a> <a href="#botany3_7">Knutmigrata Simplice</a> <a href="#botany3_8">Tureenia Ladlecum</a> <a href="#botany3_9">Puffia Leatherbellowsa</a> <a href="#botany3_10">Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides</a>
+			</p>
+		<hr />
+		<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" cellpadding="20px" border="0" class="botanygrid">
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page375" id="page375" title="375"></a>
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page376" id="page376" title="376"></a>
+					<img src="images/414.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Armchairia Comfortabilis." id="botany3_1" /><br />
+					Armchairia Comfortabilis.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page377" id="page377" title="377"></a>
+					<img src="images/415.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bassia Palealensis." id="botany3_2" /><br />
+					Bassia Palealensis.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page378" id="page378" title="378"></a>
+					<img src="images/416.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bubblia Blowpipia." id="botany3_3" /><br />
+					Bubblia Blowpipia.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page379" id="page379" title="379"></a>
+					<img src="images/417.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Bluebottlia Buzztilentia." id="botany3_4" /><br />
+					Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page380" id="page380" title="380"></a>
+					<img src="images/418.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Crabbia Horrida." id="botany3_5" /><br />
+					Crabbia Horrida.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page381" id="page381" title="381"></a>
+					<img src="images/419.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Smalltoothcombia Domestica." id="botany3_6" /><br />
+					Smalltoothcombia Domestica.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page382" id="page382" title="382"></a>
+					<img src="images/420.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Knutmigrata Simplice." id="botany3_7" /><br />
+					Knutmigrata Simplice.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page383" id="page383" title="383"></a>
+					<img src="images/421.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Tureenia Ladlecum." id="botany3_8" /><br />
+					Tureenia Ladlecum.
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td colspan="2">
+					<hr />
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+			<tr>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page384" id="page384" title="384"></a>
+					<img src="images/422.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Puffia Leatherbellowsa." id="botany3_9" /><br />
+					Puffia Leatherbellowsa.
+				</td>
+				<td valign="bottom" align="center" width="50%">
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page385" id="page385" title="385"></a>
+					<img src="images/423.gif" class="botanyimage" alt="Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides." id="botany3_10" /><br />
+					Queeriflora Baby&ouml;ides.
+					<a class="pagenumber" name="page386" id="page386" title="386"></a>
+				</td>
+			</tr>
+		</table>
+	</div>
+	<hr />
+	<div class="subbook" id="alphabets2">
+		<h2>NONSENSE ALPHABETS.</h2>
+		<p class="subbookmenu"><a href="#alphabet5">No. 5</a> <a href="#alphabet6">No. 6</a>
+		</p>
+
+
+		<div class="chapter" id="alphabet5">
+
+			<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="alphagrid">
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2" class="alphabetmenu">
+						<hr />
+						<a href="#a5">a</a> <a href="#b5">b</a> <a href="#c5">c</a> <a href="#d5">d</a> <a href="#e5">e</a> <a href="#f5">f</a> <a href="#g5">g</a> <a href="#h5">h</a> <a href="#i5">i</a> <a href="#j5">j</a> <a href="#k5">k</a> <a href="#l5">l</a> <a href="#m5">m</a> <a href="#n5">n</a> <a href="#o5">o</a> <a href="#p5">p</a> <a href="#q5">q</a> <a href="#r5">r</a> <a href="#s5">s</a> <a href="#t5">t</a> <a href="#u5">u</a> <a href="#v5">v</a> <a href="#w5">w</a> <a href="#x5">x</a> <a href="#y5">y</a> <a href="#z5">z</a>
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="a5">A</p>
+						<img src="images/424.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">A</span> was an Area Arch<br />
+									<span class="i2">Where washerwomen sat;</span>
+									They made a lot of lovely starch<br />
+									<span class="i2">To starch Papa's Cravat.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page388" id="page388" title="388"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="b5">B</p>
+						<img src="images/425.gif" alt="bottle" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left"><p>
+									<span class="largecap">B</span> was a Bottle blue,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Which was not very small;</span>
+									Papa he filled it full of beer,
+									<span class="i2">And then he drank it all.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="c5">C</p>
+						<img src="images/426.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="cat" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">C</span> was Papa's gray Cat,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Who caught a squeaky Mouse;</span>
+									She pulled him by his twirly tail<br />
+									<span class="i2">All about the house.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page390" id="page390" title="390"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="d5">D</p>
+						<img src="images/427.gif" alt="duck" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">D</span> was Papa's white Duck,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Who had a curly tail;</span>
+									One day it ate a great fat frog,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Besides a leetle snail.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page395" id="page395" title="395"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="e5">E</p>
+						<img src="images/428.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="egg" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">E</span> was a little Egg,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Upon the breakfast table;</span>
+									Papa came in and ate it up<br />
+									<span class="i2">As fast as he was able.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page392" id="page392" title="392"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="f5">F</p>
+						<img src="images/429.gif" alt="fish" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">F</span> was a little Fish.<br />
+									<span class="i2">Cook in the river took it</span>
+									Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!<br />
+									<span class="i2">And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page393" id="page393" title="393"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="g5">G</p>
+						<img src="images/430.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="gun" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">G</span> was Papa's new Gun;<br />
+									<span class="i2">He put it in a box;</span>
+									And then he went and bought a bun,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And walked about the Docks.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="h5">H</p>
+						<a class="pagenumber" name="page394" id="page394" title="394"></a>
+						<img src="images/431.gif" alt="hat" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">H</span> was Papa's new Hat;<br />
+									<span class="i2">He wore it on his head;</span>
+									Outside it was completely black,<br />
+									<span class="i2">But inside it was red.</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="i5">I</p>
+						<img src="images/432.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">I</span> was an Inkstand new,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa he likes to use it;</span>
+									He keeps it in his pocket now,<br />
+									<span class="i2">For fear that he should lose it.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page396" id="page396" title="396"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="j5">J</p>
+						<img src="images/433.gif" alt="jam" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">J</span> was some Apple Jam,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Of which Papa ate part;</span>
+									But all the rest he took away<br />
+									<span class="i2">And stuffed into a tart.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page397" id="page397" title="397"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="k5">K</p>
+						<img src="images/434.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="arch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">K</span> was a great new Kite;<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa he saw it fly</span>
+									Above a thousand chimney pots,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And all about the sky.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page398" id="page398" title="398"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="l5">L</p>
+						<img src="images/435.gif" alt="lamp" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">L</span> was a fine new Lamp;<br />
+									<span class="i2">But when the wick was lit,</span>
+									Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!<br />
+									<span class="i2">I cannot read a bit!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page399" id="page399" title="399"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="m5">M</p>
+						<img src="images/436.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="mince" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">M</span> was a dish of mince;<br />
+									<span class="i2">It looked so good to eat!</span>
+									Papa, he quickly ate it up,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And said, "This is a treat!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page400" id="page400" title="400"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="n5">N</p>
+						<img src="images/437.gif" alt="nut" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">N</span> was a Nut that grew<br />
+									<span class="i2">High up upon a tree;</span>
+									Papa, who could not reach it, said,<br />
+									<span class="i2">"That's <i>much</i> too high for me!"</span>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="o5">O</p>
+						<img src="images/438.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="owl" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">O</span> was an Owl who flew<br />
+									<span class="i2">All in the dark away,</span>
+									Papa said, "What an owl you are!<br />
+									<span class="i2">Why don't you fly by day?"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page402" id="page402" title="402"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="p5">P</p>
+						<img src="images/439.gif" alt="pig" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">P</span> was a little Pig,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Went out to take a walk;</span>
+									Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,<br />
+									<span class="i2">He'd all turn into Pork!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page403" id="page403" title="403"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="q5">Q</p>
+						<img src="images/440.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="quince" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Q</span> was a Quince that hung<br />
+									<span class="i2">Upon a garden tree;</span>
+									Papa he brought it with him home,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And ate it with his tea.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page404" id="page404" title="404"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="r5">R</p>
+						<img src="images/441.gif" alt="rug" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">R</span> was a Railway Rug<br />
+									<span class="i2">Extremely large and warm;</span>
+									Papa he wrapped it round his head,<br />
+									<span class="i2">In a most dreadful storm.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page405" id="page405" title="405"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="s5">S</p>
+						<img src="images/442.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="stick" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">S</span> was Papa's new Stick,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa's new thumping Stick,</span>
+									To thump extremely wicked boys,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Because it was so thick.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page406" id="page406" title="406"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="t5">T</p>
+						<img src="images/443.gif" alt="tumbler" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">T</span> was a tumbler full<br />
+									<span class="i2">Of Punch all hot and good;</span>
+									Papa he drank it up, when in<br />
+									<span class="i2">The middle of a wood.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page407" id="page407" title="407"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="u5">U</p>
+						<img src="images/444.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="urn" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">U</span> was a silver urn,<br />
+									<span class="i2">Full of hot scalding water;</span>
+									Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,<br />
+									<span class="i2">I'd give it to my daughter!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page408" id="page408" title="408"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="v5">V</p>
+						<img src="images/445.gif" alt="villain" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">V</span> was a Villain; once<br />
+									<span class="i2">He stole a piece of beef.</span>
+									Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!<br />
+									<span class="i2">That Villain is a Thief!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page409" id="page409" title="409"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="w5">W</p>
+						<img src="images/446.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="watch" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">W</span> was a Watch of Gold:<br />
+									<span class="i2">It told the time of day,</span>
+									So that Papa knew when to come,<br />
+									<span class="i2">And when to go away.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page410" id="page410" title="410"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="x5">X</p>
+						<img src="images/447.gif" alt="xerxes" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">X</span> was King Xerxes, whom<br />
+									<span class="i2">Papa much wished to know;</span>
+									But this he could not do, because<br />
+									<span class="i2">Xerxes died long ago.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page415" id="page415" title="415"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2">
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="y5">Y</p>
+						<img src="images/448.gif" class="alphaimage" alt="youth" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Y</span> was a Youth, who kicked<br />
+									<span class="i2">And screamed and cried like mad;</span>
+									Papa he said, "Your conduct is<br />
+									<span class="i2">Abominably bad!"</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page412" id="page412" title="412"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+					<td width="50%" valign="bottom" align="center">
+						<p class="largeletter" id="z5">Z</p>
+						<img src="images/449.gif" alt="zebra" class="alphaimage" />
+						<table summary="Nonsense Books">
+							<tr>
+								<td align="left">
+									<p>
+									<span class="largecap">Z</span> was a Zebra striped<br />
+									<span class="i2">And streaked with lines of black;</span>
+									Papa said once, he thought he'd like<br />
+									<span class="i2">A ride upon his back.</span>
+									<a class="pagenumber" name="page413" id="page413" title="413"></a>
+									</p>
+								</td>
+							</tr>
+						</table>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+			</table>
+		</div>
+		<div class="chapter" id="alphabet6">
+			<table summary="Nonsense Books" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="alphagrid">
+				<tr>
+					<td colspan="2" class="alphabetmenu">
+						<hr />
+						<a href="#a6">a</a> <a href="#b6">b</a> <a href="#c6">c</a> <a href="#d6">d</a> <a href="#e6">e</a> <a href="#f6">f</a> <a href="#g6">g</a> <a href="#h6">h</a> <a href="#i6">i</a> <a href="#j6">j</a> <a href="#k6">k</a> <a href="#l6">l</a> <a href="#m6">m</a> <a href="#n6">n</a> <a href="#o6">o</a> <a href="#p6">p</a> <a href="#q6">q</a> <a href="#r6">r</a> <a href="#s6">s</a> <a href="#t6">t</a> <a href="#u6">u</a> <a href="#v6">v</a> <a href="#w6">w</a> <a href="#x6">x</a> <a href="#y6">y</a> <a href="#z6">z</a>
+						<hr />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="a6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/a.gif" alt="A" align="middle" />tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="b6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/b.gif" alt="B" align="middle" />said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="c6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/c.gif" alt="C" align="middle" />said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="d6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/d.gif" alt="D" align="middle" />said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="e6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/e.gif" alt="E" align="middle" />said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="f6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/f.gif" alt="F" align="middle" />said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="g6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/g.gif" alt="G" align="middle" />said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="h6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/h.gif" alt="H" align="middle" />said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="i6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/i.gif" alt="I" align="middle" />said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="j6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/j.gif" alt="J" align="middle" />said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="k6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/k.gif" alt="K" align="middle" />said, "A Kangaroo is here,&#8212;this picture let him see."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="l6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/l.gif" alt="L" align="middle" />said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="m6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/m.gif" alt="M" align="middle" />said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="n6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/n.gif" alt="N" align="middle" />said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="o6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/o.gif" alt="O" align="middle" />said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="p6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/p.gif" alt="P" align="middle" />
+						<a class="pagenumber" name="page414" id="page414" title="414"></a>
+						P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="q6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/q.gif" alt="Q" align="middle" />said, "A Quince I recommend,&#8212;a Quince, or else a Quail."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="r6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/r.gif" alt="R" align="middle" />said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="s6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/s.gif" alt="S" align="middle" />said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="t6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/t.gif" alt="T" align="middle" />said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="u6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/u.gif" alt="U" align="middle" />said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="v6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/v.gif" alt="V" align="middle" />said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="w6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/w.gif" alt="W" align="middle" />said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="x6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/x.gif" alt="X" align="middle" />said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="y6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/y.gif" alt="Y" align="middle" />said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+						</p>
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+				<tr>
+					<td align="left">
+						<p id="z6">
+						<img src="images/alphabet/z.gif" alt="Z" align="middle" />said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!<br />
+						<span class="i9">We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little master!</span>
+						<span class="i9">We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad disaster!"</span>
+						</p>
+						<br />
+						<br />
+						<br />
+						<br />
+					</td>
+				</tr>
+			</table>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+</div>
+<br />
+<hr class="pg" />
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+%[**This page is marked up in lilypond notation.**]
+%#(set-global-staff-size 10)
+\paper  {
+  papersize = "letter"
+}
+\version "2.2.0"
+\header {
+%  dedication = "dedication"
+  title = "The Pelicans"
+%  subtitle = "subtitle"
+%  subsubtitle = "Subsubtitle"
+%  composer = "Composer (xxxx-yyyy)"
+%  opus = "Opus 0"
+%  piece = "Piece I"
+%  instrument = "Instrument"
+%  arranger = "Arranger"
+%  poet = "Poet"
+%  texttranslator = "Translator"
+%  copyright = "public domain"
+%  source =  "urtext "
+  enteredby = "Stan Goodman"
+%  maintainerEmail = "your email here"
+%  texidoc = "The standard header that ought to be above a file."
+}
+
+melody = \notes { \relative c'' {
+  \dynamicUp
+  \time 6/8
+  \key e \major
+  b4\< gis8\! e'8.\> dis16 cis8\! | b4 b8 gis4 r8 | b4\< b8 b4 b8\! | b4\> b8 b4\!
+  r8
+  | \break
+  b4\< gis8\! e'8.\> dis16 cis8\! | b4 b8 gis4 r8 | \grace { gis4 } b4
+  fis8
+  fis b cis | dis4 cis8 b4 r8 \bar"||" \break
+  b,4^\markup \italic "Coro--piu sostenuto." gis'8 gis fis gis | b, e fis gis4 b,8 | e4 gis8 gis4 b8 | b8
+  a8
+  gis8 fis4 r8 | \break
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+  |
+  gis4 fis8 e4 r8 \bar "||"
+} }
+
+text = \lyrics {
+King and Queen of the Peli -- cans we, No other birds so grand we
+see!
+None but we have _ feet like fins with love -- ly lea -- the -- ry
+throats and chins,
+Ploff -- skin, Pluff _ -- skin, Pe -- li -- can Jee! we think no
+birds
+so hap -- py as we!
+Plump -- skin, Ploff _ -- skin, Pe -- li -- can Jill! We think to
+then, and we thought so still!
+}
+
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+% From Edward Lear's "Complete Nonsense".
+% Transcription to Lilypond for Project Gutenberg and Distributed Proofreaders.
+% No copyrights apply.
+
+
+\version "2.2.5"
+
+#(ly:set-point-and-click 'line-column)
+
+\header {
+	title = "The Yonghy Bonghy Bò."
+}
+
+
+verse= \lyrics {
+	On the coast of Co -- ro -- man -- del,
+	where the ear -- ly pump -- kins grow,
+	In the midd -- le of the woods
+	lived the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò.
+	Two old chairs and half a cand -- le,
+	One old jug with -- out a hand -- le,
+	These were all his world -- ly goods,
+	In the midd -- le of the woods,
+	These were all the world -- ly goods,
+	of the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò,
+	of the Yon -- ghy Bon -- ghy Bò.
+}
+ 
+
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+					b) s
+				} } >>					
+			}
+		}
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+			\clef bass
+			\notes {
+				\key e \major
+				\partial 16*2
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+\score { \notes
+	<<
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+		\context Lyrics = lmelodyVoi \lyricsto "melodyVoi" \verse		
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+	
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+		\tempo 4 = 75 
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Laughable Lyrics, by Edward Lear
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Laughable Lyrics
+
+Author: Edward Lear
+
+Release Date: October 8, 2004  [eBook #13649]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAUGHABLE LYRICS***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Dave Newman, Ben Courtney, A. Deubelbeiss, Stan
+Goodman, and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+
+A Fourth Book of Nonsense Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
+
+by
+
+EDWARD LEAR
+
+Author of the _Book of Nonsense_, _More Nonsense_,
+_Nonsense Songs, Stories_, etc., etc.
+
+With all the Original Illustrations
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+    LAUGHABLE LYRICS
+        THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
+        THE TWO OLD BACHELORS
+        THE PELICAN CHORUS
+        THE YONGHY-BONGHY-Bo
+        THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES
+        THE NEW VESTMENTS
+        MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS
+        THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT
+        THE CUMMERBUND
+        THE AKOND OF SWAT
+
+    NONSENSE BOTANY
+
+      " ALPHABET, No. 5
+      "    "      No. 6
+
+
+
+
+
+LAUGHABLE LYRICS.
+
+
+THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When awful darkness and silence reign
+    Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+        Through the long, long wintry nights;
+    When the angry breakers roar
+    As they beat on the rocky shore;
+        When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+    Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--
+
+    Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
+    There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
+        A lonely spark with silvery rays
+        Piercing the coal-black night,--
+        A Meteor strange and bright:
+    Hither and thither the vision strays,
+        A single lurid light.
+
+    Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
+    Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
+    And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+    A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+    And those who watch at that midnight hour
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
+       "The Dong! the Dong!
+      The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+        The Dong! the Dong!
+      The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+        Long years ago
+      The Dong was happy and gay,
+    Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
+      Who came to those shores one day.
+    For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
+    Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
+        Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
+      And the rocks are smooth and gray.
+    And all the woods and the valleys rang
+    With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve._"
+
+    Happily, happily passed those days!
+      While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
+        They danced in circlets all night long,
+        To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
+      In moonlight, shine, or shade.
+    For day and night he was always there
+    By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
+    With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
+    Till the morning came of that hateful day
+    When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
+    And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
+    Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
+    Ever keeping his weary eyes on
+    That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
+    Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
+    As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
+        "_Far and few, far and few,
+          Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
+          Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
+          And they went to sea in a sieve_."
+
+    But when the sun was low in the West,
+        The Dong arose and said,--
+    "What little sense I once possessed
+        Has quite gone out of my head!"
+    And since that day he wanders still
+    By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
+    Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
+    Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
+    For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
+    Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
+
+        Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
+        Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks;
+        And because by night he could not see,
+        He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
+          On the flowery plain that grows.
+          And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
+        A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
+
+    Of vast proportions and painted red,
+    And tied with cords to the back of his head.
+        In a hollow rounded space it ended
+        With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
+            All fenced about
+            With a bandage stout
+            To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
+        And with holes all round to send the light
+        In gleaming rays on the dismal night
+
+    And now each night, and all night long,
+    Over those plains still roams the Dong;
+    And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
+    You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
+    While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
+    To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
+    Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
+    The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+    And all who watch at the midnight hour,
+    From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
+    Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
+    Moving along through the dreary night,--
+       "This is the hour when forth he goes,
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!
+        Yonder, over the plain he goes,--
+            He goes!
+            He goes,--
+        The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO OLD BACHELORS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
+One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
+Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
+"This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
+Save a tiny slice of lemon and a teaspoonful of honey,
+And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
+And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
+But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?"
+
+Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
+"We might cook this little Mouse, if we only had some Stuffin'!
+If we had but Sage and Onion we could do extremely well;
+But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell!"
+
+Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
+And asked for Sage and Onion as they wandered up and down;
+They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
+In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
+
+But some one said, "A hill there is, a little to the north,
+And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
+And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
+An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
+Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all studious as he sits,--
+And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
+Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),--
+When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps."
+
+Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
+The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
+And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
+They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.
+
+"You earnest Sage!" aloud they cried, "your book you've read enough in!
+We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!"
+
+But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
+At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
+And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
+At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
+And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
+                                                          of Stuffin'),
+The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
+
+They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
+And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Pelicans]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PELICAN CHORUS.
+
+    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
+     No other Birds so grand we see!
+    None but we have feet like fins!
+    With lovely leathery throats and chins!
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still
+
+    We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.
+    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
+    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
+    On long bare islands of yellow sand.
+    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
+    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,
+
+    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
+    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
+    Wing to wing we dance around,
+    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
+    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
+    And this is the song we nightly snort,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
+    And all the Birds received her well.
+    To do her honor a feast we made
+    For every bird that can swim or wade,--
+    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants black,
+    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
+    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
+    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
+    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
+    They ate and drank and danced all night,
+    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
+    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,--
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    Yes, they came; and among the rest
+    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed.
+    Such a lovely tail! Its feathers float
+    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
+    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
+    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
+    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
+    He has got no webs between his toes).
+
+    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
+    In violent love that Crane King fell,--
+    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
+    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair.
+    And before the end of the next long day
+    Our Dell had given her heart away;
+    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
+    With a Crocodile's egg and a large fish-tart.
+    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
+    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
+    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
+    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+    And far away in the twilight sky
+    We heard them singing a lessening cry,--
+    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
+    And we stood alone in the silent night!
+    Often since, in the nights of June,
+    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,--
+
+    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
+    And we probably never shall meet again!
+    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
+    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,--
+    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore.
+    And we probably never shall see her more.
+        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
+        We think no Birds so happy as we!
+        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!
+        We think so then, and we thought so still!
+
+
+[Illustration: Sheet Music--The Yonghy Bonghy Bo]
+
+THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the Coast of Coromandel
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          In the middle of the woods
+      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
+    One old jug without a handle,--
+          These were all his worldly goods:
+          In the middle of the woods,
+          These were all the worldly goods
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bo.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    Once, among the Bong-trees walking
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To a little heap of stones
+      Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    There he heard a Lady talking,
+    To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,--
+        "'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
+          On that little heap of stones
+          Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+   "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
+         Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
+           Will you come and be my wife?"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+   "I am tired of living singly--
+    On this coast so wild and shingly,--
+          I'm a-weary of my life;
+          If you'll come and be my wife,
+          Quite serene would be my life!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    "On this Coast of Coromandel
+         Shrimps and watercresses grow,
+           Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"
+       Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+   "You shall have my chairs and candle,
+    And my jug without a handle!
+          Gaze upon the rolling deep
+         (Fish is plentiful and cheap);
+          As the sea, my love is deep!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    Lady Jingly answered sadly,
+         And her tears began to flow,--
+          "Your proposal comes too late,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    I would be your wife most gladly!"
+    (Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
+         "But in England I've a mate!
+          Yes! you've asked me far too late,
+          For in England I've a mate,
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+   "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,--
+         Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
+           Dorking fowls delights to send,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle,
+    And your jug without a handle,--
+          I can merely be your friend!
+          Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
+          I will give you three, my friend!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bongy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+
+
+                    VII.
+
+   "Though you've such a tiny body,
+         And your head so large doth grow,--
+           Though your hat may blow away,
+       Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
+    Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,
+    Yet I wish that I could modi-
+          fy the words I needs must say!
+          Will you please to go away?
+          That is all I have to say,
+      Mr. Yongby-Bonghy-Bo!
+      Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!"
+
+
+                    VIII.
+
+    Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
+        Where the early pumpkins blow,
+          To the calm and silent sea
+       Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
+    Lay a large and lively Turtle.
+         "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;
+          On your back beyond the sea,
+          Turtle, you shall carry me!"
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+
+                    IX.
+
+    Through the silent-roaring ocean
+        Did the Turtle swiftly go;
+          Holding fast upon his shell
+      Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    With a sad primaeval motion
+    Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
+          Still the Turtle bore him well.
+          Holding fast upon his shell,
+         "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+      Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+                    X.
+
+    From the Coast of Coromandel
+        Did that Lady never go;
+          On that heap of stones she mourns
+      For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+    On that Coast of Coromandel,
+    In his jug without a handle
+        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
+        On that little heap of stones
+        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
+          For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
+
+
+
+
+THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Had once as many as we;
+    When they said, "Some day you may lose them all;"
+        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
+    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
+    Lavender water tinged with pink;
+    For she said, "The World in general knows
+    There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes,
+        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
+    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
+        In a piece of scarlet flannel.
+    For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
+    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
+    And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
+    Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    The Pobble swam fast and well,
+        And when boats or ships came near him,
+    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
+        So that all the world could hear him.
+    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
+    When they saw him nearing the further side,--
+   "He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
+    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    But before he touched the shore,--
+        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
+    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
+        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
+    And when he came to observe his feet,
+    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
+    His face at once became forlorn
+    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And nobody ever knew,
+        From that dark day to the present,
+    Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
+        In a manner so far from pleasant.
+    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
+    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
+    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
+    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
+
+
+                    VI.
+
+    The Pobble who has no toes
+        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
+    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
+        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
+    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
+    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
+    And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
+    That Pobbles are happier without their toes."
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW VESTMENTS.
+
+    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
+    Who invented a purely original dress;
+    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
+    He opened the door and walked into the street.
+
+    By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
+    In the middle of which he inserted his head;
+    His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
+    The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;
+    His Drawers were of Rabbit-skins, so were his Shoes;
+    His Stockings were skins, but it is not known whose;
+    His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;
+    His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops;
+    His Coat was all Pancakes, with Jam for a border,
+    And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
+    And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
+    A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.
+
+    He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
+    Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;
+    And from every long street and dark lane in the town
+    Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down.
+    Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
+    Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
+    Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
+    And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
+    An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
+    Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
+    And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
+    Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
+    He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
+    For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
+    They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
+    They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
+    And now from the housetops with screechings descend
+    Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
+    They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
+    When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
+    They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
+    And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
+    They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
+    Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
+
+    And he said to himself, as he bolted the door,
+   "I will not wear a similar dress any more,
+    Any more, any more, any more, never more!"
+
+
+
+
+MR. AND MRS. DISCOBBOLOS.
+
+                    I.
+
+    Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Climbed to the top of a wall.
+      And they sate to watch the sunset sky,
+      And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry,
+        And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
+    They took up a roll and some Camomile tea,
+    And both were as happy as happy could be,
+            Till Mrs. Discobbolos said,--
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head,
+      Suppose we should happen to fall!!!!!
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos!
+
+
+                    II.
+
+   "Suppose we should fall down flumpetty,
+        Just like pieces of stone,
+      On to the thorns, or into the moat,
+      What would become of your new green coat?
+        And might you not break a bone?
+    It never occurred to me before,
+    That perhaps we shall never go down any more!"
+            And Mrs. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            What put it into your head
+      To climb up this wall, my own
+                        Darling Mr. Discobbolos?"
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    Mr. Discobbolos answered,
+       "At first it gave me pain,
+      And I felt my ears turn perfectly pink
+      When your exclamation made me think
+        We might never get down again!
+    But now I believe it is wiser far
+    To remain for ever just where we are."
+            And Mr. Discobbolos said,
+           "Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            It has just come into my head
+      We shall never go down again,
+                        Dearest Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
+        Stood up and began to sing,--
+     "Far away from hurry and strife
+      Here we will pass the rest of life,
+        Ding a dong, ding dong, ding!
+    We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
+    No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
+            From worry of life we've fled;
+            Oh! W! X! Y! Z!
+            There is no more trouble ahead,
+      Sorrow or any such thing,
+                        For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                    I.
+
+    On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
+        The Quangle Wangle sat,
+    But his face you could not see,
+        On account of his Beaver Hat.
+    For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
+    With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
+    And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
+    So that nobody ever could see the face
+            Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+    The Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "Jam, and jelly, and bread
+        Are the best of food for me!
+    But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
+    The plainer than ever it seems to me
+    That very few people come this way
+    And that life on the whole is far from gay!"
+            Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+    But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
+    And they said, "Did ever you see
+        Any spot so charmingly airy?
+    May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+    O please let us come and build a nest
+    Of whatever material suits you best,
+            Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+    And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
+        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
+    The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
+        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
+    (The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
+    And all of them said, "We humbly beg
+    We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
+    Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!
+       Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"
+
+
+                    V.
+
+    And the Golden Grouse came there,
+        And the Pobble who has no toes,
+    And the small Olympian bear,
+        And the Dong with a luminous nose.
+    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
+    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
+    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,--
+    All came and built on the lovely Hat
+      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+                    VI.
+
+    And the Quangle Wangle said
+        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
+    "When all these creatures move
+        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"
+    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
+    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
+    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
+    And all were as happy as happy could be,
+      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUMMERBUND.
+An Indian Poem.
+
+                    I.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    To watch the Evening Star,
+And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
+    Cried, "My! how fair you are!"
+Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
+    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
+And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
+    Hung down from Tchokis blue.
+
+
+                    II.
+
+Below her home the river rolled
+    With soft meloobious sound,
+Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,
+    In myriads circling round.
+Above, on tallest trees remote
+    Green Ayahs perched alone,
+And all night long the Mussak moan'd
+    Its melancholy tone.
+
+
+                    III.
+
+And where the purple Nullahs threw
+    Their branches far and wide,
+And silvery Goreewallahs flew
+    In silence, side by side,
+The little Bheesties' twittering cry
+    Rose on the flagrant air,
+And oft the angry Jampan howled
+    Deep in his hateful lair.
+
+
+                    IV.
+
+She sate upon her Dobie,
+    She heard the Nimmak hum,
+When all at once a cry arose,
+    "The Cummerbund is come!"
+In vain she fled: with open jaws
+    The angry monster followed,
+And so (before assistance came)
+    That Lady Fair was swollowed.
+
+
+                    V.
+
+They sought in vain for even a bone
+    Respectfully to bury;
+They said, "Hers was a dreadful fate!"
+    (And Echo answered, "Very.")
+They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
+    Where last her form was seen,
+And underneath they wrote these words,
+    In yellow, blue, and green:
+"Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
+    Nor sit out late at night,
+Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
+    And swollow you outright."
+
+
+NOTE.--First published in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
+
+
+
+
+THE AKOND OF SWAT.
+
+
+    Who, or why, or which, or _what_, Is the Akond of SWAT?
+    Is he tall or short, or dark or fair?
+    Does he sit on a stool or a sofa or chair,             or SQUAT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
+    Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,             or HOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
+    And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,          or TROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
+    Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,          or a COT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
+    Does he cross his T's and finish his I's              with a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Can he write a letter concisely clear
+    Without a speck or a smudge or smear                    or BLOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people like him extremely well?
+    Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,                   or PLOT,
+                                                    At the Akond of Swat?
+
+    If he catches them then, either old or young,
+    Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,            or _shot_,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
+    Or even at times, when days are dark,                   GAROTTE?
+                                                     O the Akond of Swat!
+
+    Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
+    Or doesn't he care for public opinion                    a JOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    To amuse his mind do his people show him
+    Pictures, or any one's last new poem,                    or WHAT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
+    Do they bring him only a few small cakes,               or a LOT,
+                                                   For the Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
+    Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,      or a DOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
+    Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,            SHALLOTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
+    Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,           or a SCOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
+    Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,            or a GROTT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
+    Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?              or a POT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
+    When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,            or ROT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
+    And tie it neat in a bow with ends,                    or a KNOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
+    When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,          or NOT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
+    Does he sail about on an inland lake,                  in a YACHT,
+                                                       The Akond of Swat?
+
+    Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
+    Who or which or why or what
+                                                    Is the Akond of Swat!
+
+
+NOTE.--For the existence of this potentate see Indian newspapers, _passim_.
+The proper way to read the verses is to make an immense emphasis on the
+monosyllabic rhymes, which indeed ought to be shouted out by a chorus.
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE BOTANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Armchairia Comfortabilis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bassia Palealensis.]
+
+[Illustration: Bubblia Blowpipia.]
+
+[Illustration: Bluebottlia Buzztilentia.]
+
+[Illustration: Crabbia Horrida.]
+
+[Illustration: Smalltoothcombia Domestica.]
+
+[Illustration: Knutmigrata Simplice.]
+
+[Illustration: Tureenia Ladlecum.]
+
+[Illustration: Puffia Leatherbellowsa.]
+
+[Illustration: Queeriflora Babyoeides.]
+
+       *        *        *        *        *
+
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABETS.
+
+
+                     A
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    A was an Area Arch
+        Where washerwomen sat;
+    They made a lot of lovely starch
+        To starch Papa's Cravat.
+
+
+                     B
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    B was a Bottle blue,
+        Which was not very small;
+    Papa he filled it full of beer,
+        And then he drank it all.
+
+
+                     C
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    C was Papa's gray Cat,
+        Who caught a squeaky Mouse;
+    She pulled him by his twirly tail
+        All about the house.
+
+
+                     D
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    D was Papa's white Duck,
+        Who had a curly tail;
+    One day it ate a great fat frog,
+        Besides a leetle snail.
+
+
+                     E
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    E was a little Egg,
+        Upon the breakfast table;
+    Papa came in and ate it up
+        As fast as he was able.
+
+
+                     F
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    F was a little Fish.
+        Cook in the river took it
+    Papa said, "Cook! Cook! bring a dish!
+        And, Cook! be quick and cook it!"
+
+
+                     G
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    G was Papa's new Gun;
+        He put it in a box;
+    And then he went and bought a bun,
+        And walked about the Docks.
+
+
+                     H
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    H was Papa's new Hat;
+        He wore it on his head;
+    Outside it was completely black,
+        But inside it was red.
+
+
+                     I
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    I was an Inkstand new,
+        Papa he likes to use it;
+    He keeps it in his pocket now,
+        For fear that he should lose it.
+
+
+                     J
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    J was some Apple Jam,
+        Of which Papa ate part;
+    But all the rest he took away
+        And stuffed into a tart.
+
+
+                     K
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    K was a great new Kite;
+        Papa he saw it fly
+    Above a thousand chimney pots,
+        And all about the sky.
+
+
+                     L
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    L was a fine new Lamp;
+        But when the wick was lit,
+    Papa he said, "This Light ain't good!
+        I cannot read a bit!"
+
+
+                     M
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    M was a dish of mince;
+        It looked so good to eat!
+    Papa, he quickly ate it up,
+        And said, "This is a treat!"
+
+
+                     N
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    N was a Nut that grew
+        High up upon a tree;
+    Papa, who could not reach it, said,
+        "That's _much_ too high for me!"
+
+
+                     O
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    O was an Owl who flew
+        All in the dark away,
+    Papa said, "What an owl you are!
+        Why don't you fly by day?"
+
+                     P
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    P was a little Pig,
+        Went out to take a walk;
+    Papa he said, "If Piggy dead,
+        He'd all turn into Pork!"
+
+
+                     Q
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Q was a Quince that hung
+        Upon a garden tree;
+    Papa he brought it with him home,
+        And ate it with his tea.
+
+
+                     R
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    R was a Railway Rug
+        Extremely large and warm;
+    Papa he wrapped it round his head,
+        In a most dreadful storm.
+
+
+                     S
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    S was Papa's new Stick,
+        Papa's new thumping Stick,
+    To thump extremely wicked boys,
+        Because it was so thick.
+
+
+                     T
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    T was a tumbler full
+        Of Punch all hot and good;
+    Papa he drank it up, when in
+        The middle of a wood.
+
+
+                     U
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    U was a silver urn,
+        Full of hot scalding water;
+    Papa said, "If that Urn were mine,
+        I'd give it to my daughter!"
+
+
+                     V
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    V was a Villain; once
+        He stole a piece of beef.
+    Papa he said, "Oh, dreadful man!
+        That Villain is a Thief!"
+
+
+                     W
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    W was a Watch of Gold:
+        It told the time of day,
+    So that Papa knew when to come,
+        And when to go away.
+
+
+                     X
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    X was King Xerxes, whom
+        Papa much wished to know;
+    But this he could not do, because
+        Xerxes died long ago.
+
+
+                     Y
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Y was a Youth, who kicked
+        And screamed and cried like mad;
+    Papa he said, "Your conduct is
+        Abominably bad!"
+
+
+                     Z
+
+               [Illustration]
+
+    Z was a Zebra striped
+        And streaked with lines of black;
+    Papa said once, he thought he'd like
+        A ride upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+ALPHABET, No. 6.
+
+    A tumbled down, and hurt his Arm, against a bit of wood,
+
+    B said. "My Boy, oh, do not cry; it cannot do you good!"
+
+    C said, "A Cup of Coffee hot can't do you any harm."
+
+    D said, "A Doctor should be fetched, and he would cure the arm."
+
+    E said, "An Egg beat up with milk would quickly make him well."
+
+    F said, "A Fish, if broiled, might cure, if only by the smell."
+
+    G said, "Green Gooseberry fool, the best of cures I hold."
+
+    H said, "His Hat should be kept on, to keep him from the cold."
+
+    I said, "Some Ice upon his head will make him better soon."
+
+    J said, "Some Jam, if spread on bread, or given in a spoon!"
+
+    K said, "A Kangaroo is here,--this picture let him see."
+
+    L said, "A Lamp pray keep alight, to make some barley tea."
+
+    M said, "A Mulberry or two might give him satisfaction."
+
+    N said, "Some Nuts, if rolled about, might be a slight attraction."
+
+    O said, "An Owl might make him laugh, if only it would wink."
+
+    P said, "Some Poetry might be read aloud, to make him think."
+
+    Q said, "A Quince I recommend,--a Quince, or else a Quail."
+
+    R said, "Some Rats might make him move, if fastened by their tail."
+
+    S said, "A Song should now be sung, in hopes to make him laugh!"
+
+    T said, "A Turnip might avail, if sliced or cut in half!"
+
+    U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place underneath his chin!"
+
+    V said, "I'll stand upon a chair, and play a Violin!"
+
+    W said, "Some Whisky-Whizzgigs fetch, some marbles and a ball!"
+
+    X said, "Some double XX ale would be the best of all!"
+
+    Y said, "Some Yeast mixed up with salt would make a perfect plaster!"
+
+    Z said, "Here is a box of Zinc! Get in, my little master!
+             We'll shut you up! We'll nail you down! We will, my little
+                 master!
+             We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
+                 disaster!"
+
+
+
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