The old nursery song, ‘“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,’ the same writer has likewise burlesqued:
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail;
‘There’s a porpoise close behind me, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’
The late Mr J. R. Planché, whose innumerable fairy extravaganzas were so full of fun and humour, was also an expert in parody. We give the first verse of a burlesque by him of the once popular song, When other Lips:
When other lips and other eyes
Their tales of love shall tell—