The summer came up thro' the cinnamon trees
With an odoriferous sniff.
There was song in the scented air,
And a light in the listening leaves,—
The light of the myriad myrtle fly,
When young Fo-Fum and little Fe-Fi
Came forth to gaze upon the sky—&c.!
Oh! little Fe-Fi was fair,
With the rose in her raven hair!
From her almond eyes, and celestial nose,