And he turned a little paler
When there came a sudden squall;
For this funny little sailor
Was ridiculously small.
And whene’er a storm portended
He’d betake himself below.
So much fear and courage blended
Did a pirate ever show?
An Old Love
Priscilla, Auntie’s promised me
A brand-new Paris doll;
And though I love you, yet you see
I cannot keep you all.
Nursey declares I really must
Throw one of you away;
And you’re the oldest, so I trust
You will not care to stay.
You’ve lost an arm, your dress is torn,
Your wig is all awry;
Priscilla, you are so forlorn,
We’ll have to say good-by.