L'Envoi

It is pilly-po-doddle and aligobung
When the lollypop covers the ground,
Yet the poldiddle perishes punketty-pung
When the heart jummy-coddles around.
If the soul cannot snoop at the gigglesome cart,
Seeking surcease in gluggety-glug,

It is useless to say to the pulsating heart,
"Panky-doodle ker-chuggett-chug!"

ANON.

Spirk Troll-Derisive

The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon,
And wistfully gazed on the sea
Where the Gryxabodill madly whistled a tune
To the air of "Ti-fol-de-ding-dee."

The quavering shriek of the Fliupthecreek
Was wistfully wafted afar,

To the Queen of the Wunks as she powdered her cheek
With the pulverised rays of a star.

The Gool closed his ear on the voice of the Grig,
And his heart it grew heavy as lead

As he marked the Baldekin adjusting his wig
On the opposite side of his head;

And the air it grew chill as the Gryxabodill
Raised his dark, dripping fins to the skies
To plead with the Plunk for the use of her bill
To pick the tears out of his eyes.

The ghost of the Zhack flitted by in a trance;
And the Squidjum hid under a tub

As he heard the koad hooves of the Hooken advance

With a rub-a-dub-dub-a-dub-dub!

And the Crankadox cried as he laid down and died,
"My fate there is none to bewail!"

While the Queen of the Wunks drifted over the tide
With a long piece of crape to her tail.

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.

'From "The Flying Islands of the Night." Copyright 1900.

The Man in the Moon'

Said The Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon:

My!
Sakes!

What a lot o' mistakes

Some little folks makes on The Man in the Moon!
But people that's be'n up to see him, like me,
And calls on him frequent and intimuttly,
Might drop a few facts that would interest you
Clean!

Through!

If you wanted 'em to

Some actual facts that might interest you!

O The Man in the Moon has a crick in his back;
Whee!
Whimm!

Ain't you sorry for him?

And a mole on his nose that is purple and black;
And his eyes are so weak that they water and run
If he dares to dream even he looks at the sun,-
So he jes dreams of stars, as the doctors advise-
My!
Eyes!

But isn't he wise

To jes dream of stars as the doctors advise?

And The Man in the Moon has a boil on his ear

Whee!

Whing!

What a singular thing!

I know! but these facts are authentic, my dear,-
There's a boil on his ear; and a corn on his chin-
He calls it a dimple-but dimples stick in-
Yet it might be a dimple turned over, you know!
Whang!
Ho!

Why, certainly so!

It might be a dimple turned over, you know!

From "Rhymes of Childhood." Copyright 1890.

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The Man in the Moon

And The Man in the Moon has a rheumatic knee

Gee!
Whizz!

What a pity that is!

And his toes have worked round where his heels ought to be,—
So whenever he wants to go North he goes South,

And comes back with porridge-crumbs all round his mouth,
And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan,

Whing!
Whann!

What a marvellous man!

What a very remarkably marvellous man!

'N' The Man in the Moon, sighed The Raggedy Man,

Gits!
So!

Sullonesome, you know,

Up there by hisse'f sence creation began.

That when I call on him and then come away,
He grabs me and holds me and begs me to stay,—
Till-Well! if it wasn't fer Jimmy-cum-jim,

Dadd!
Limb!

I'd go pardners with him

Jes jump my job here and be pardners with him!

Uffia

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.

When sporgles spanned the floreate mead

And cogwogs gleet upon the lea,

Uffia gopped to meet her love

Who smeezed upon the equat sea.

Dately she walked aglost the sand;
The boreal wind seet in her face;
The moggling waves yalped at her feet;
Penwangling was her pace.

HARRIET R. WHITE.

And though I squared the thing somehow,
I always eat bananas now!