That in the moon did glitter.
Oh, save me, save me, holy man,
And the hermit opened his “brolly,”
Which frightened the ape, and I did escape
With the loss of a leg for my folly.
The mariner whose eye is bright,
Whose pig-tail with age is hoar,
Stole off, and now the wedding guest
Gave a most portentious snore.
W. J. Wiegand.