THE FLAMINGO FEATHER
Each one volume. Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, $1.00
Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York
AT FROGINI'S RESTAURANT.
Oh, how we gloat
On our table d'hôte
At old Frogini's restaurant!
He gives us pies.
And pickled flies,
And everything else we chance to want.
He gives us fruits,
And candied boots,
And Saratoga chips frappé,
And cider green,
And iced benzine,
And never asks a cent of pay.
There's but one thing
In all the ring
You can't get at this fine hotel;
All kinds or eggs,
But not frogs' legs—
A fact you'd better note right well.
For if you asked Frogini for
Frogs' legs, he'd take you to the door,
And spite of all your fuss and roar,
He'd hurl you like a pile of bricks,
With many hard and fearful kicks,
Into the street, and cry, "My dear,
That's how we serve up frogs' legs here."