Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was
The bear’s big mouth was cruel and
The bear said, Isabel, glad to me

The hunter crouches in his blind
‘Neath camouflage of every kind
And conjures up a quacking noise
To lend allure to his decoys
This grown-up man, with pluck and

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love u

People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People loo
At them with eyes that wonder when
People watch with unshocked eyes;

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

Belinda lived in a little white ho
With a little black kitten and a l
And a little yellow dog and a litt
And a realio, trulio, little pet d
Now the name of the little black k

Hypochondriacs
Spend the winter at the bottom of
the Adirondriacs.
You go to Paris and live on champ
If you’re dipsomognac.

Toward a better world I contribut
I eat the squab, lest it become a

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond

Oh, “rorty” was a mid-Victorian w
Which meant “fine, splendid, jolly
And often to me it has reoccurred
In moments melancholy.
For instance, children, I think i