"When shall we 'two' meet again—

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"

"When the hurly-burly's done,

When the battle's lost and won."

A queer little wight,

Very strangely dight,

Looked so much like his brother,

That, believe me, it's true,

No one ever knew

How to tell one from t'other.

Such angular shapes

In such beautiful capes

Are the silliest contradiction,

But they simply "came,"

So I'm not to blame;

With Blottentots there's no restriction.

"Now really it is shocking!" irately said

Miss B,

"To think that you are mocking and

making fun of me.

You have your wings and rufflings

the very same as I,

So you need not turn your nose up,

with a twinkle in your eye."

Pluck

A duck

Of a wing.

Alack!

He'll quack,

And not sing.

Two Rabbits met and shook hands one day

In the gravest possible kind of a way.

But what was the cause of their serious mien

From our picture is not very easily seen.

They'd been jollier far if they'd stopped to sup

The honeyed mead from the buttercup.

Words fail

To detail,

I can only smile.

Your salute

Is cute

And just perfect style.