“You certainly know it perfectly, and you recite very nicely,” said Miss Larkin. “Marjorie, you may say yours next.”
“Mine is a jolly-sounding one,” said Midget; “that’s why I like it. It’s called
“THE MERRY PRINCE.”
The gay Prince Popinjay Peacock-Feather
Would play on his lute for hours together;
And feathery-weathery afternoons
He’d warble hilarious, various tunes.
He’d airily, merrily roam the street,
And sing to all he might chance to meet;
And if any were grumpy or gloomy or glum,