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Away we go to the famous Zoo'
With Bertie, and Nellie, and Dick, and Sue.
And we feel quite ready to jump for glee
When the wonderful birds and beasts we see.
The pelican solemn with monster beak,
And the plump little penguin round and sleek,
Have set us laughing—Ha, ha! Ho! ho!
And you'll laugh too, if you look below.
To the monkey-house then we make our way,
Where the monkeys chatter, and climb, and play;
At the snakes we peep, then onward stroll,
To talk to the parrots, and "scratch a poll,"
And after all that, there will still be time
On the patient elephant's back to climb.
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Don't forget at the Zoo'
To take a good view
Of the funny old bear,
Who climbs out of his lair
Up a pole—Look, he's here,
With his figure so queer,
And his thick clumsy paws,
And his bun-seeking jaws.
On the end of a stick
Place a bun—"Now quick,
Master Bertie"—and, snap!—
What an awful red trap!—
The bun's out of sight,
But one more will delight
Father Bruin up there,
For his appetite's rare,
And he never says "No"
To a dozen or so.
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"Milk o! Milk o!"
Each morn she cries,
And little sleepers
Ope their eyes,
And wonder if pure milk is sold
By Betty here, for they've been told
That London milk
(How people talk!)
Is only water
Mixed with chalk!
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You've heard about the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man,
You've heard about the muffin man
who lives in Drury Lane?
Well, here you see that muffin man—
that celebrated muffin man,
And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
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If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,
Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?
They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,
And in very sore danger of going to the bad;
But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,
They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.
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