Sighs that melted as the snows melt,
Silently and sweetly melted;
Sounds that mingled with the crisping
Foam upon the billow resting:

Yet she spoke not, only murmured.

From the forest shade primeval, Piggey-Wiggey looked out at her; He, the very Youthful PorkerHe, the Everlasting GrunterGazed upon her there, and wondered! With his nose out, Rokey-pokey— And his tail up, Curley-wurley— Wondered what on earth the joke was, Wondered what the girl was up to— What the deuce her little game was― Why she did'nt squeak and grunt more!

And she floated down the river,

Like a water-proof Ophelia

FOR HER CRINOLINE SUSTAINED HER.

Strangling spifflicated niggers

Just to keep his biceps in.

Nightly several score of lions

Yielded up their worthless lives; And there was a cry in Mickbos, For the King had lost his wives.

Wrathful was the sable monarch
At their unexpected hops;

For the brute had cooked the gruel

Of the Nymphs who cooked the chops!

*

Thro' this land of death and danger,
Mandrake-swamp and stagnant fen,-

Where the spiders look like asses,
(And the asses grow like men)—