Once Mr. Daddy Long-legs,
        Dressed in brown and gray,
    Walked about upon the sands
        Upon a summer’s day: 
    And there among the pebbles,
        When the wind was rather cold,
    He met with Mr. Floppy Fly,
        All dressed in blue and gold;
    And, as it was too soon to dine,
    They drank some periwinkle-wine,
    And played an hour or two, or more,
    At battlecock and shuttledore.

II.

    Said Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        To Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “Why do you never come to court? 
        I wish you ’d tell me why. 
    All gold and shine, in dress so fine,
        You’d quite delight the court. 
    Why do you never go at all? 
        I really think you ought. 
    And, if you went, you’d see such sights! 
    Such rugs and jugs and candle-lights! 
    And, more than all, the king and queen,—­
    One in red, and one in green.”

III.

    “O Mr. Daddy Long-legs!”
        Said Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “It’s true I never go to court;
        And I will tell you why. 
    If I had six long legs like yours,
        At once I’d go to court;
    But, oh!  I can’t, because my legs
        Are so extremely short. 
    And I’m afraid the king and queen
    (One in red, and one in green)
    Would say aloud, ’You are not fit,
    You Fly, to come to court a bit!’”

IV.

    “Oh, Mr. Daddy Long-legs!”
        Said Mr. Floppy Fly,
    “I wish you ’d sing one little song,
        One mumbian melody. 
    You used to sing so awful well
        In former days gone by;
    But now you never sing at all: 
        I wish you’d tell me why: 
    For, if you would, the silvery sound
    Would please the shrimps and cockles round,
    And all the crabs would gladly come
    To hear you sing, ‘Ah, Hum di Hum!’”

V.

    Said Mr. Daddy Long-legs,
       “I can never sing again;
    And, if you wish, I’ll tell you why,
        Although it gives me pain. 
    For years I cannot hum a bit,
        Or sing the smallest song;
    And this the dreadful reason is,—­
        My legs are grown too long! 
    My six long legs, all here and there,
    Oppress my bosom with despair;
    And, if I stand or lie or sit,
    I cannot sing one single bit!”

VI.

    So Mr. Daddy Long-legs
        And Mr. Floppy Fly
    Sat down in silence by the sea,
        And gazed upon the sky. 
    They said, “This is a dreadful thing! 
        The world has all gone wrong,
    Since one has legs too short by half,
        The other much too long. 
    One never more can go to court,
    Because his legs have grown too short;
    The other cannot sing a song,
    Because his legs have grown too long!”