THEY put him on a spit, to roast
Before a blazing fire;
And one fat goose with bellows blew,
To make the flame go higher.
He woke up shrieking with fear and pain,
And, as he cuddled down
Between the sheets, he vowed he’d never
Become a cruel clown.
THE RACE.
HAS anyone heard of the wonderful race
Of the frogs and the greyhounds, the rabbits and cats?
They rode it on bicycles, sixteen in all,
And the umpires were pugs, with cigars and high hats.
And the number of each kind of racer was four—
Four frogs dressed in green, four rabbits in brown,
Four greyhounds well brushed and with spotless shirt-fronts,
Four pussies with tails hanging gracefully down.