If I were richer
I’d buy a pitcher
With scenery on it.
’Jolica ware—
Storks here and there,
And a funny affair
With ladies on it.
In half a minute
I’d mix up in it
A wonderful drink—
Peppermint, ice,
Lemons and spice—
Taste pretty nice,
What do you think?

THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN

O the Army of the Queen,
The Army of the Queen,
Some are dressed in turkey-red
And some are dressed in green;
A colonel and a captain,
A corporal in between,
Their guns are filled with powder
And their swords are bright and keen;
So toot your little trumpet
For the Army of the Queen.

TOOT YOUR LITTLE TRUMPET FOR THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN
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ROMULUS

Romulus, Romulus,
Father of Rome,
Ran off with a wolf
And he wouldn’t come home.
When he grew up
He founded a city
With an eagle, a bear,
And a tortoise-shell kitty.