Little Birds are bathing
Crocodiles in cream,
Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting—
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all they seem!
‘THAT PIG LAY STILL AS ANY STONE’
That Camel passed, as Day grew dim
Around the ruined Pump.
Little Birds are bathing
Crocodiles in cream,
Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting—
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all they seem!
‘THAT PIG LAY STILL AS ANY STONE’
That Camel passed, as Day grew dim
Around the ruined Pump.