And the "Trilla-la yeep da" birds,
But "I cannot sing the old songs"—
I do not know the words.
Robert J. Burdette.
THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN
BY the side of a murmuring stream, an elderly gentleman sat,
On the top of his head was his wig, and a-top of his wig was his hat.
The wind it blew high and blew strong, as the elderly gentleman sat;
And bore from his head in a trice, and plunged in the river his hat.