| 2 There cocoanuts are growing Around the palm-tree's crown: I used to climb and pick them off, And hear them—crack!—come down. There all day long the purple figs Are falling, I declare: How pleasant 'tis in monkey-land! Oh, would that I were there! | 3 On some tall tree's top branches The fleecy clouds would sail Just over me: I wish that I Were swinging by my tail! I'd swing and swing so merrily, How happy I would be! But oh! a travelling monkey's life Is very hard for me. |
Transcriber's Note:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
This issue was part of an omnibus. The original text for this issue did not include a title page or table of contents. This was taken from the July issue with the "No." added. The original table of contents covered the second half of 1873. The remaining text of the table of contents can be found in the rest of the year's issues.