Thinks that up “yonder”
Is pleasant as we are,
Why—he’s in a blunder.
With hey cow rumble, &c.
——:o:——
Love and the Flimsies.
Little Cupid one day on a sunbeam was floating,
Above a green vale where a paper mill played;
And he hovered in ether, delightedly noting
The whirl and the splash that the water-wheel made.