

If no one ever marries me
I shan't mind very much,
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage
And a little rabbit-hutch;
I shall have a cottage near the wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb, quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town.
And when I'm getting really old -
At twenty-eight or nine -
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.

Sir, I admit your general rule
That every poet is a fool;
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.



