She sat with her hands 'neath her crimson cheeks;
(_Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese_)
She gave up mending her father's breeks,
And let the cat roll in her best chemise.
She sat with her hands 'neath her burning cheeks
(_Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese_),
And gazed at the piper for thirteen weeks;
Then she followed him out o'er the misty leas.
Her sheep followed her as their tails did them
(_Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese_),
And this song is considered a perfect gem,
And as to the meaning, it's what you please.
_Charles S. Calverley_.
NOT I
Some like drink
In a pint pot,
Some like to think,
Some not.
Strong Dutch cheese,
Old Kentucky Rye,
Some like these;
Not I.
Some like Poe,
And others like Scott;
Some like Mrs. Stowe,
Some not.
Some like to laugh,
Some like to cry,
Some like to chaff;
Not I.
_R.L. Stevenson_.
MINNIE AND WINNIE
Minnie and Winnie
Slept in a shell.
Sleep, little ladies!
And they slept well.
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