THE KNIFE-GRINDER’S SONG.
The dogfish needs no grinder stout,
His teeth are in his head;
The whale he takes his molars out,
And puts ’em ’side his bed.
But the swordfish, he
Engages me—
His dentist, don’t you see.
“Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo”—
The wheel sings when I sing.