|The poem is said to be about John Crooper|
He lived at Dingle Bank - he did; -
He lived at Dingle Bank;
And in his garden was one Quail,
Four tulips and a Tank:
And from his window he could see
The otion and the River Dee.
His house stood on a Cliff, - it did,
Its aspic it was cool;
And many thousand little boys
Resorted to his school,
Where if of progress they could boast
He gave them heaps of buttered toast.
But he grew rabid-wroth, he did,
If they neglected books,
And dragged them to adjacent Cliffs
With beastly Button Hooks,
And there with fatuous glee he threw
Them down into the otion blue.
And in the sea they sway, they did, -
All playfully about,
And some eventually became
Sponges, or speckled trout: -
But Liverpool doth all bewail
Their Fate; - likewise his Garden Quail.
- Lear, Edward by Edward Lear, Edward Mendelson, Laura Huliska-Beith, 2004
- The Complete Nonsense Book, edited by Lady Strachey, 1912, p. 47.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|