“Release him with a ticket—he’ll be better then, no doubt,
And tell him I apologize.” So Mister William’s out.
I hope he will be careful in his manuscripts, I’m sure,
And not begin experimentalizing any more.
PASHA BAILEY BEN
A proud Pasha was Bailey Ben,
His wives were three, his tails were ten;
His form was dignified, but stout,
Men called him “Little Roundabout.”
His Importance
Pale Pilgrims came from o’er the sea
To wait on Pasha Bailey B.,
All bearing presents in a crowd,
For B. was poor as well as proud.
His Presents
They brought him onions strung on ropes,
And cold boiled beef, and telescopes,
And balls of string, and shrimps, and guns,
And chops, and tacks, and hats, and buns.
More of them
They brought him white kid gloves, and pails,
And candlesticks, and potted quails,
And capstan-bars, and scales and weights,
And ornaments for empty grates.
Why I mention these