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Show ROBINSON CRUSOE IN VERSE THE night was thick and hazy When the Piccadilly Daisy Carried down the crew and captain cap-tain in the sea; And I think the water drowned 'em, For they never, never found 'em, And I know they didn't come ashore with me. O, 'twas very sad and lonely When I found myself the only Population on this Cultivated shore; But I've made a lit e tavern In a rocky little cavein, And I sit and watch for people at the door. I spent no time in looking For a girl to do my cooking, As I'm quite a clever hand at making stews; But I had that fellow Friday Just to keep the tavern tidy, And put a Sunday polish on my shoos. I have a little garden That I'm cultivating lard in, As the things I eat are rather tough and dry; For I live on toasted lizards, Prickly pears and parrot gizzards, And I'm really fond of beetle-pie. The clothes I had were furry, And It made me fret and worry When I found the moths were eating off the hair; And I had to scrape and sand 'em, And boiled 'em and I tanned 'em. Till I got the fine morocco suit I wear. I sometimes seek diversion, In a family excursion, With the few domestic animals you see; And we take along a carrot As refreshment for the parrot, And a little can of jungleberry tea. Then we gather as we travel, Bits of moss and dirty gravel, And we chip off little specimens of stone; And we carry home as prizes, Funny bugs of handy sizes, Just to give the day a scientific tone. If the roads are wet and muddy We lemain at home and study, For the Goat is very clover at u sum, And the Dog, instead of fighting, Studies ornamental writing, While the Cat is taking losson3 on the drum. We retire at eleven, And we rise again at seven, And I Avish to call attention as I Closo, To the fact that all tho scholars Are correct about their collars, And particular in turning out their toes. CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL, in the Graphic. |