. Rhymes and jingles .. . wellA hawk from a hernsbaw he always could tell ;And Harry, eleven — ah ! how he would fiddleAnd scrape with his bow from the end to the middle. Then the bold boy of ten that my Harry appeared,A few years ago, when the war-mists were cleared ;A chubby young fellow he flourished at nine,A right chubby fellow, this Harry of mine. At eight he was slender; at seven, quite fat; At six he was saucy — depend upon that! At five he put on his first trowsers and jacket; At four who could match him for making a racket ? At three the young rascal was always in trouble ;At two he
. Rhymes and jingles .. . wellA hawk from a hernsbaw he always could tell ;And Harry, eleven — ah ! how he would fiddleAnd scrape with his bow from the end to the middle. Then the bold boy of ten that my Harry appeared,A few years ago, when the war-mists were cleared ;A chubby young fellow he flourished at nine,A right chubby fellow, this Harry of mine. At eight he was slender; at seven, quite fat; At six he was saucy — depend upon that! At five he put on his first trowsers and jacket; At four who could match him for making a racket ? At three the young rascal was always in trouble ;At two he was teething (his front teeth, and double)At one he was precious and something to carry,And the year before that there was never a Harry! THREE WAYS. 145 THREE WAYS. How sweet, said the swan, To glide and plash !And not, like a frog,To dive and dash. How fine, said the frog, To dive and dash !And not, like a swan,To glide and plash. u But better than eitherTo float with grace,A pond lily whispered,Yet keep your 1C 146 RHYMES AND JINGLES. TOM of Clapham used to sayHe loved his mother dearly ; Yet he vexed her sorely every dayDoes, that strike you queerly ? WHAT THEY SAY. WHAT does the drum say? Rub-a-dub-dub!Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub ! Pound away, bub !Make as much racket as ever you ! rub-a-dub! Go it, my man! What does the trumpet say ? Toot-a-toot-too !Toot-a-toot, toot-a-toot! Hurrah for you :Blow in this end, sir, and hold me out, ! toot-a-toot! Why dont you blow? What does the whip say? Snaperty-snap !Call that a crack, sir — flipperty flap !Up with the handle, and down with the ! snaperty! Done in a flash. What does the gun say ? Put in my stick,I m a real pop-gun. Fire me quick !See that you fire in nobodys ! my manikin. Now let it fly!1 MY BABY. 147 What does the sword say ? Swishy-an-swish!Flash in the sunlight, and give me a I was real, sir — cut em in bits!Would nt I scare all the world into fits
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