Oh, whenever the Emperor
Got in to a temper, or
Felt himself sulky or sad,
He would murmur and murmur,
Until he felt firmer,
This curious rhyme which he had:
Eight eights are sixty-four,
Multiply by seven.
Oh, whenever the Emperor
Got in to a temper, or
Felt himself sulky or sad,
He would murmur and murmur,
Until he felt firmer,
This curious rhyme which he had:
Eight eights are sixty-four,
Multiply by seven.