The Monkey bit-the Parrot scream'd, No longer Deary, Duck, and Love, My clothes they were the queerest shape! Such coats and hats she never met! Poor Tomkinson was snubb'd and huff'd— She could not bear that Mister Blogg What d'ye think of that, my Cat? What d'ye think of that, my Dog? At times we had a spar, and then The Maid declared her Master wrong— The Parrot learn'd to call me 66 Fool!" My life was like a London fog-- My Susan's taste was superfine, I never had a decent coat I never had a coin to spend ! She forced me to resign my Club, What d'ye think of that, my Dog? Each Sunday night we gave a rout I found my study full of whist! Now was not that an awful dream THE WEE MAN. A ROMANCE. Ir was a merry company, And they were just afloat, When lo! a man, of dwarfish span, Came up and hail'd the boat. "Good morrow to ye, gentle folks, And will you let me in ? A slender space will serve my case, For I am small and thin." They saw he was a dwarfish man, And very small and thin; Not seven such would matter much, And so they took him in. They laugh'd to see his little hat, With such a narrow brim; They laugh'd to note his dapper coat, But barely had they gone a mile, At once began to think the man His coat had got a broader skirt, His hat a broader brim, His leg grew stout, and soon plump'd out A very proper limb. Still on they went, and as they went, And rose and fell, a greater swell, And he was swelling too! |