Unless you send me some one who has travelled to the moon.
Oh, if you send a singer, he must sing without a throat!
Oh, if you send a player, he must harp upon one note!
I must have something marvellous, the marvel makes the man;
What is London’s last new lion? Pray, inform me if you can.
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
I’D BE A BUTTERFLY
I’D be a Butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet;
Roving for ever from flower to flower,