| A Steady steed is Mumbo, if just a trifle slow; Upon her back you couldn't well a-steeple-chasing go: But other opportunities there are to have a ride, For there's a stud of ponies, and a camel to bestride— A cart that's drawn by oxen can accommodate a few, |
| And if such queer conveyances don't please you at the Zoo', There are little tramway cars too, with seats on either side, Which will take you through the gardens, and through the Bois beside:— Take the ticket on the other page, and with it you may go From the lake within the garden to the gate that's called Maillot. |
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| THE SWANS. "Ho! pretty swans, Do you know, in our Zoo' The swans of old England Are just like you?" "Don't tell me!" Said a cross old bird; "I know better, The thing's quite absurd. "Their figures, I'm sure, Are not worth a glance: If you want to see style, You must come to France." With a scornful whisk The swan turned tail, Spread its wings to the breeze, And was off full-sail. "Ho! pretty swan, Do you know, in our Zoo' The swans are not half So conceited as you?" |  |
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 | THE BOULEVARDS Look at Mère Victorine At her stall in the street, With the lily and rose, And the white marguerite, She makes pretty bouquéts The whole of the day: There are buyers in plenty Who pass by that way. Little Basil and Amélie, Watching her, stand: Up to Mère Victorine Basil stretches his hand, "Can't you spare me," says he, "A morsel of green, Or one sweet little flower, Good Mère Victorine?" "If you come for a flower, Pray where is your sou?" Answers Mère Victorine, "I can't give one to you— Such flowers as mine Are for selling, you know; You must go to the country, Where wild flowers grow." |
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| A DAY AT VERSAILLES. At Versailles, as perhaps you have heard, Countless pictures of fights Form the chief of the sights: Could so many great battles have ever occurred? |
| At Versailles, as perhaps you have heard, |
| Countless pictures of fights |
| Form the chief of the sights: |
| Could so many great battles have ever occurred? |