ever so blithe may be?
Fol de roi, de rol, lad!
Up went the pussy-cat, and down came
he,—
Woe befall for the claws, lad!
The care of life, and the fear of life, it
creepeth so stealthily,—
So threatsome and sad!
And woe befall for the claws, lad!
Down came the pussy-cat, away Robin