IV
Says Aleck to Alice,
“I live in a palace.”
Says Alice to Tim,
“I don’t believe him.”
Says Tim to his cousin,
“I love you three dozen;”
The cousin, she wondered,
And asked for a hundred,
Instead of three dozen:
Says Tim, “You are fussing;
Three dozen I love you,
If that will not move you,
My love I will carry
To Magsie or Mary.”
A BIG NOISE
TWENTY whales
Lashing their tails;
Twenty guns
Fired at once;
Twenty cats
Howling in flats;
Twenty parrots
Calling carrots;
Twenty apiece,
Besides, of these,—
Lions roaring,
Giants snoring,
Waggons rolling,
Bells tolling;
These together,
In stormy weather,
With a steam hammer,
Would make a clamour.