. Rhymes and jingles .. . have occurred. This thinking and plotting for self all the while,And frisking about, sir, in bachelor style,With no one to nurse you when hurt, sir, dont doctor, moaned froggy, It isnt too late,Even now shed consent To soften my Eng! dear, run off for Miss Gung, right away. THE FROG. 189 VIII. These words were his last. He never moved more,But lay through the starlight, all fainting and sore(And those weary night-watchers, how rasping theirsnore) ! In the morning they found him Stretched out stiff and stark —He had died all alone In the cold and the d
. Rhymes and jingles .. . have occurred. This thinking and plotting for self all the while,And frisking about, sir, in bachelor style,With no one to nurse you when hurt, sir, dont doctor, moaned froggy, It isnt too late,Even now shed consent To soften my Eng! dear, run off for Miss Gung, right away. THE FROG. 189 VIII. These words were his last. He never moved more,But lay through the starlight, all fainting and sore(And those weary night-watchers, how rasping theirsnore) ! In the morning they found him Stretched out stiff and stark —He had died all alone In the cold and the dark. The chord of existence had snapt, they averred,In trying to utter one sweet little , as over his body his weeping sire hung,Twas plain to be seen,From that mouths very mien, That the last mournful sound of his life had been —Gung! Oh! gentlemen far, and gentlemen near,And striplings fair, and children dear,Be warned by the mournful tale, heigho!Of the frog who wouldnt a-wooing go. 190 RHYMES AND THE STUBBORN BOOT. BOTHER ! was all John Clatterby breath came quick, and his cheek was red,He flourished his elbows, and looked absurd,While, over and over, his Bother ! I heard. Harder and harder the fellow worked,Vainly and savagely still he jerked ;The boot, half on, would dangle and flap — Oh bother ! and then he broke the strap. THE STUBBORN BOOT. 19! Redder than ever his hot cheek flamed ;Harder than ever he fumed and blamed ;He wriggled his heel, and tugged at the leatherTill knees and chin came bumping together. My boy! said I, in a voice like a flute,Why not —ahem ! — try the mate of that boot;Or the other foot ? — Im a goose, laughed John,As he stood, in a flash, with his two boots on. • In half the affairs Of this busy life(As that same day I said to my wife),Our troubles come From trying to putThe left hand shoe On the right-hand foot,Or vice versa (Meaning, reverse, sir).To try to force, As quite of course,Any wrong foot In the
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