26
The Zankiwank
We are a crowd of jolly boys,
All romping on the lea;
We always make this merry noise,
When we return from sea.
All romping on the lea;
We always make this merry noise,
When we return from sea.
So we go round and round and round,
Because we’ve come ashore;
For Topsy Turvey we are bound,
So round again once more.
Because we’ve come ashore;
For Topsy Turvey we are bound,
So round again once more.
Go in and out of the coppice,
Go in and out at the door;
And do not wake the poppies,
Who want to have a snore.
Go in and out at the door;
And do not wake the poppies,
Who want to have a snore.
It was too ridiculous; they could recognise every animal they had read about in Æsop, and they were all behaving in a manner they little dreamed could be possible, out of a Night-mare. But it certainly was not a Night-mare, though they could distinguish several horses and ponies.
They never seemed to stop in their games, and even the Ants and the Gnats were playing—and above all a game of football,—though as some