The Wonders of a Toy Shop

New-York: J. Q. PREBLE. J. W. ORR NEW YORK.
Pray, what would you like? said a Toyman, one day, Addressing a group of young folks, I have toys in abundance, and very cheap, too, Though not quite so cheap as my jokes.
Here's a famous managerie, full of wild beasts; See! this lion with wide open jaws, Enough to affright one, and yet I've no doubt, You might venture to play with his claws.
Here's a tiger as tame as a lap-dog, you'll find, And a fox that will not steal the geese: So here you must own the old adage is proved, That wonders are never to cease.
Here's wagon well laden, and here is a dray, With horses and harness complete; You can drive them in parlour and drawing-room, too, As easily as in the street.
Here's a whole file of soldiers, quite ready for fight, And each of them armed with a gun; You may knock them all down with a feather, and then You may pocket them—every one.
Here's a fine stud of horses, which, strange though it sounds, Live neither on corn nor on hay; A gentleman's carriage, and tilbury, too, For which we've no taxes to pay.
A coachman so plump, and a footman so tall, Who cost not a penny for food; For to tell you the truth, all their insides are filled With a permanent dinner of wood.
Examine this sword, with its handle and sheath, And its blade made of innocent wood; 'Twere well if all swords were as harmless as this, And as equally guiltless of blood.
Here's a mill that will go without water or wind, A wonder, you cannot deny; I really can't say whether it will grind corn, But it will be easy to try.
That iron-gray rocking-horse, close at your side, With saddle and bridle complete, Will go without whipping, and, equally strange, Without making use of his feet:
Yet, stranger than that—whatsoever his pace, Whether canter, or gallop, or trot, Though moving at ten miles an hour—he ne'er Advances one inch from the spot.