TOY-LAND.
And how do you get to Toy-land?
To all little people the joy-land.
Just follow your nose,
And go on tip-toes:
It's only a minute to Toy-land.
And oh! but it's gay in Toy-land,—
This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land;
And woolly dogs white
That never will bite
You'll meet on the highways in Toy-land.
Society's fine in Toy-land;
The dollies all think it a joy-land;
And folks in the ark
Stay out after dark;
And tin soldiers regulate Toy-land.
There's fun all the year in Toy-land:
To sorrow 'twas ever a coy-land;
And steamboats are run,
And steam-cars, for fun:
They're wound up with keys down in Toy-land.
Bold jumping-jacks thrive in Toy-land;
Fine castles adorn this joy-land;
And bright are the dreams,
And sunny the beams,
That gladden the faces in Toy-land.
How long do we live in Toy-land?—
This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land;
A few days, at best,
We stay as a guest,
Then good-by forever to Toy-land!
GEORGE COOPER.
