Sometimes at night through the shadowy trees
She rides along on a winter breeze.
The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;
While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow.
Little Prince Tatters has lost his cap!
Over the hedge he threw it;
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!
Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;
A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe in the road,
'Tis very odd that poets should suppose There is no poetry about a nose,
God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
Gone, gone! The rayless window sheds no light Upon my upturned eyes; the graceful girl
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears;
And does not flee when beauty first appears.
Love stirs the pulses of my deeper thought, Muses on things that were and things to be,
Oh! little loveliest lady mine,
What shall I send for your valentine?
This happened in the years gone by before the bush was cleared,
When every man was six foot high and wore a heavy beard;
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he’s been told—
Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and gold;
Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
There was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears.
Neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically.
The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, -
Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Old Sam first came to London
When George the Fourth were King,
Oh, my head! my head! my head!
Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!
“When I’m discharged at Liverpool ‘n’ draws my bit o’ pay,
I won’t come to sea no more;
It was out on the Bogan near Billabong Creek
Where the sky shines like brass seven days in the week,
There came a stranger to Walgett town,
To Walgett town when the sun was low,
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time;
He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.
BOCCACE alone is not my only source;
T'another shop I now shall have recourse;
There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb 'to flee').
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way
My notions and actions run far.
A sake barrel,
Born without hands, makes merry —
But accept endearments in return for the wine
or whatever’s sweeter and finer:
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart,
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