IV.

So Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos
Stood up and began to sing,—­
“Far away from hurry and strife
Here we will pass the rest of life,
Ding a dong, ding dong, ding! 
We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
No tables nor carpets nor household cares;
From worry of life we’ve fled;
Oh!  W!  X!  Y!  Z! 
There is no more trouble ahead,
Sorrow or any such thing,
For Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos!”

THE QUANGLE WANGLE’S HAT.

[Illustration]

I.

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
On account of his Beaver Hat. 
For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,
With ribbons and bibbons on every side,
And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,
So that nobody ever could see the face
Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

II.

The Quangle Wangle said
To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
“Jam, and jelly, and bread
Are the best of food for me! 
But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree
The plainer than ever it seems to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay!”
Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.

III.

But there came to the Crumpetty Tree
Mr. and Mrs. Canary;
And they said, “Did ever you see
Any spot so charmingly airy? 
May we build a nest on your lovely Hat? 
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that! 
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever material suits you best,
Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”

IV.

And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, “We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,—­
Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that! 
Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!”

V.

    And the Golden Grouse came there,
        And the Pobble who has no toes,
    And the small Olympian bear,
        And the Dong with a luminous nose. 
    And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,
    And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,
    And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,—­
    All came and built on the lovely Hat
      Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

VI.

    And the Quangle Wangle said
        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,
    “When all these creatures move
        What a wonderful noise there’ll be!”
    And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
    They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
    On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,
    And all were as happy as happy could be,
      With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

THE CUMMERBUND. 
An Indian Poem.

I.

She sate upon her Dobie,
    To watch the Evening Star,
And all the Punkahs, as they passed,
    Cried, “My! how fair you are!”
Around her bower, with quivering leaves,
    The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
    Hung down from Tchokis blue.