And a tear came and moisten’d each eye
As he mournfully thought of Bow Bells.
I am monarch of all I survey!
(Thus he vented his feelings in words)—
But my kingdom, it grieves me to say,
Is inhabited chiefly by birds.
In this brook that flows lazily by
I believe that one tittlebat dwells,
For I saw something jump at a fly
As I lay here and long’d for Bow Bells.