What The Wolf Really Said To Little Red Riding-Hood
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair,
Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?
“Why are my eyelids so open and wild?”
Only the better to see with, my child!
Only the better and clearer to view...
The Ballad Of The Emeu
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green—
So charming and rurally true—
A singular bird, with a manner absurd,
Which they call the Australian Emeu?
Ever seen this Australian Emeu?
It trots all around with...