. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . KING TIME And off to one side in the queer, old room He noticed, in looking about,A chair and a rickety spinning wheel, And it seemed, without a doubt,As if he awoke in a room from which Priscilla had just stepped out. For articles such as are sold to-day At a perfectly shocking priceWere placed about in that queer, old room In a manner all precise,And the only ornament to be seen Was a worsted work device. And, gazing about, he rubbed his eyes,While he puzzled his brain and tried To find out how he had gotten there, When the old door
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . KING TIME And off to one side in the queer, old room He noticed, in looking about,A chair and a rickety spinning wheel, And it seemed, without a doubt,As if he awoke in a room from which Priscilla had just stepped out. For articles such as are sold to-day At a perfectly shocking priceWere placed about in that queer, old room In a manner all precise,And the only ornament to be seen Was a worsted work device. And, gazing about, he rubbed his eyes,While he puzzled his brain and tried To find out how he had gotten there, When the old door opened And how do you do ? said his friend, the host,And cheerily walked inside. : I am very well, said the little boy, And delighted to see you here,For I really dont know where I am, — In a bygone age, I fear;Or else Ive been sold for a live antiqueOn account of being queer. 124 KING TIME. 1 Would you mind, he said, as the host advanced, Informing me what you have heardFrom Tickerleen since I went to sleep; Is there any further word ?For the statements on that bulletin boardIm certain were quite absurd. Oh, never you mind the bulletin board, Said his merry and genial friend, For this is the good old-fashioned club,And the members all extend A welcome to little old-fashioned boys,And invite you to attend. For to-morrow morning youll all be off To the dazzling TickerleenWith its wondrous streets of custard pies, And after you all have seenThe local conditions prevailing there Youll know what the posters mean! So the host and the little boy came out,Down a creaky old-fashioned stair, And paused outside of the queer old doorOf a double parlour where They heard an unearthly and dreadful soundWhich startled the very KING TIME Twas a rollicking, boisterous, noisy song,\Nhich was not in the least bit sweet, For every voice sang a different air,Accompanied by a beat, And
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