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LULLABY
You are much too big to dandle, And I will not leave the candle.
Go to sleep.
You are growing naughty, rather, And I'll have to speak to father.
Go to sleep!
If you're good I shall not tell, then.
Oh, a story? Very well, then.
Once upon a time, a king, named Crawley Creep, Had a very lovely daughter . . . .
You don't want a drink of water!
Go to sleep! There! There! Go to sleep.
I wonder why I wear a tie. It is not warm to wear; But if I left it off someone would say it was not there.
I wonder, if I took a whiff of father's pipe for fun, Would I be big and strong like him, or just his small, sick son?
I wonder when our old white hen will know her squawk betrays her.
I think she lets us find her eggs just so that we shall praise her.
THE PUBLISHER
I'd like to be a publisher, And publish ma.s.sive tomes Written in a ma.s.sive style by blokes with ma.s.sive domes-- Science books, and histories of Egypt's day and Rome's, Books of psycho-surgery to mine the minds of momes, And solemn pseudo-psychic stuff to tell where Topsy roams When her poor clay is put away beneath the spreading holms; Books about electrocuting little seeds with ohms To sternly show them how to grow in sands, and clays, and loams, And bravely burst infinitives, like angry agronomes; Books on breeding aeroplanes and airing aerodromes, On bees that buzz in bonnets and the kind that build the combs, Made plain with pretty pictures done in crimsons, mauves, and chromes; And diagrams to baulk the brain of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
I'd set the scientists to work like superheated gnomes, And make them write and write and write until the printer foams And lino men, made "loony", go to psychopathic homes.
I'd publish books, I would--large books on ants and antinomes And palimpsests and palinodes and pallid pallindromes: But I wouldn't be a publisher if . . . .
I got many "pomes."
Would you?
GOOD NIGHT
And so, Good Night. I'm rather tired.
I hardly thought I'd be required To draw a lot of pictures, too, When I arranged to write for you.
I found it hard, but did my best; And now I need a little rest.
If you are pleased, why, that's all right.
I'm rather tired. And so
GOOD NIGHT!
This very charming gentleman, extremely old and gruff, He slowly shook his head and took a great big pinch of snuff, Then he spluttered and he muttered and he loudly shouted "Fie!
To tear your books is wicked sir! and likewise all my eye!"
I don't know what he meant by that. He had such piercing eyes.
And, he said, "Mark--ME--boy! Books will make you wise."
This very charming gentleman said, "Hum," and "Hoity, Toit!
A book is not a building block, a cus.h.i.+on or a quoit.
Soil your books and spoil your books? Is that the thing to do?
Gammon, sir! and Spinach, sir! And Fiddle-faddle, too!"
He blinked so quick, and thumped his stick, then gave me such a stare.
And he said, "Mark--ME--boy! BOOKS--NEED--CARE!"
THE END