The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in… He has a big head and a very small… But his shoulders are stark, and h… And a good little child will not p…

Who played with a Loaded Gun, and… Young Algernon, the Doctor’s Son… Was playing with a Loaded Gun. He pointed it towards his Sister, Aimed very carefully, but

There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…

Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…

This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.

I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten 'em.

G stands for Gnu, whose weapon of… Are long, sharp, curling horns, an… To these he adds a name so short a… That even hardy Boers pronounce i… How often on a bright autumnal day

During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–

Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…

The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And mothers of large families

Inviting the influence of a young… You wear the morning like your dre… And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around:

My reading is extremely deep and w… And as our modern education goes’€… Unique I think, and skilfully app… To Art and Industry and Autres C… Through many years of scholarly re…

The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…

A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…

The mirror held your fair, my Fai… A fickle moment’s space. You looked into mine eyes, and the… For ever fixed your face. Keep rather to your looking-glass