Not if you crowned them Kings!’
“‘Needles have eyes,’ said Lady Bird—
Sing Cats, sing Corks, sing Cowslip-tea!
‘And they are sharp—just what
Your Majesty is not:
So get you gone—’tis too absurd
To come a-courting me!’”
KING FISHER’S WOOING
“So he went away,” Bruno added as a kind of postscript, when the last note of the song had died away. “Just like he always did.”