Yes, I am Bluebeard, and my name
Is one that children cannot stand;
The sun in the heavens was beaming,
The breeze bore an odour of hay,
The day, I recall, was a Spring one,
Not hot and oppressive, though warm,
Oh! The present is gay,
And the future is bright.
"Oh Queen of many-coloured garb
And red tiled crown! -- in glory
What is Enough? An idle dream!
One cannot have enough, I swear,
I stood with a man
Watching the sun go down.
As o'er my latest book I pored,
Enjoying it immensely,
Sir, Mr Punch, the following is true.
Peruse my story written in blank verse,
I was riding one day, 'twas a bright sunny day,
not a cloud to be seen in the sky,
After a pause ALICE began, "Well,
they were both very unpleasant characters -"
They tell me that the weather's fair,
The day serene and balmy;
I'd been away a year, a year
A-sailing of the main
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