Spirk Troll-Derisive The Mastodon stopped, his ditty he dropped, 855 The Rollicking Mastodon bade him "adieu." NONSENSE VERSES THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE I'D Never Dare to Walk across THE LAZY ROOF THE Roof it has a Lazy Time A-lying in the Sun; The Walls they have to Hold Him Up; MY FEET My feet, they haul me Round the House, I only have to Steer them and They Ride me Everywheres. Gelett Burgess. SPIRK TROLL-DERISIVE THE Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon, And wistfully gazed on the sea Where the Gryxabodill madly whistled a tune The quavering shriek of the Fliupthecreek Was fitfully wafted afar To the Queen of the Wunks as she powdered her cheek With the pulverized rays of a star. The Gool closed his ear on the voice of the Grig, As he marked the Baldekin adjusting his wig And the air it grew chill as the Gryxabodill The ghost of the Zhack flitted by in a trance; As he heard the loud hooves of the Hooken advance With a rub-a-dub-dub-a-dub dub! And the Crankadox cried as he laid down and died, "My fate there is none to bewail!" While the Queen of the Wunks drifted over the tide With a long piece of crape to her tail. James Whitcomb Riley. THE MAN IN THE MOON SAID the Raggedy Man on a hot afternoon, "My! Sakes! What a lot o' mistakes Some little folks makes on the Man in the Moon The Man in the Moon Might drop a few hints that would interest you Clean! Through! If you wanted 'em to Some actual facts that might interest you! "O the Man in the Moon has a crick in his back Whee! Whimm! Ain't you sorry for him? And a mole on his nose that is purple and black; Eyes! But isn't he wise To jes' dream of stars, as the doctors advise? "And the Man in the Moon has a boil on his ear Whee! Whing! What a singular thing! I know! but these facts are authentic, my dear,- Yet it might be a dimple turned over, you know! Ho! Why certainly so! It might be a dimple turned over, you know! "And the Man in the Moon has a rheumatic knee, Gee! Whizz! What a pity that is! 857 And his toes have worked round where his heels ought to be. So whenever he wants to go North he goes South, And comes back with porridge crumbs all round his mouth, And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan, Whing! Whann! What a marvellous man! What a very remarkably marvellous man! "And the Man in the Moon," sighed the Raggedy Man, "Gits! So! Sullonesome, you know! Up there by himself since creation began!- Dadd! Limb! I'd go pardners with him! Jes' jump my bob here and be pardners with him!" James Whitcomb Riley. THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG OUT on the margin of moonshine land, Tickle me, love, in these lonesome ribs, Is it the gibber of gungs and keeks? Tickle me, love, in these lonesome ribs, The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo Aroint him the wraithest of wraithly things! And she sits and as sadly and softly sings Tickle me, love, in these lonesome ribs. 859 James Whitcomb Riley. THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO I ON the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, These were all his worldly goods: Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. II Once, among the Bong-trees walking |