The lion and the unicorn

 

The lion and the unicorn

Were fighting for the crown

The lion beat the unicorn

All around the town.

Some gave them white bread,

And some gave them brown;

Some gave them plum cake

and drummed them out of town.^[

And when he had beat him out,

He beat him in again;

He beat him three times over,

His power to maintain.^[1]

Haddocks' Eyes

I'll tell thee everything I can:
     There's little to relate.
I saw an aged aged man,
     A-sitting on a gate.
"Who are you, aged man?" I said,
     "And how is it you live?"
And his answer trickled through my head,
     Like water through a sieve.

He said "I look for butterflies
     That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton-pies,
     And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men," he said,
     "Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread –
     A trifle, if you please."

But I was thinking of a plan
     To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
     That they could not be seen.
So, having no reply to give
     To what the old man said,
I cried "Come, tell me how you live!"
     And thumped him on the head.

His accents mild took up the tale:
     He said "I go my ways,
And when I find a mountain-rill,
     I set it in a blaze;
And thence they make a stuff they call
     Rowlands' Macassar-Oil –
Yet twopence-halfpenny is all
     They give me for my toil."

But I was thinking of a way
     To feed oneself on batter,
And so go on from day to day
     Getting a little fatter.
I shook him well from side to side,
     Until his face was blue:
"Come, tell me how you live," I cried,
     "And what it is you do!"

He said "I hunt for haddocks' eyes
     Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
     In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
     Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
     And that will purchase nine.

"I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
     Or set limed twigs for crabs:
I sometimes search the grassy knolls
     For wheels of Hansom-cabs.
And that's the way" (he gave a wink)
     "By which I get my wealth--
And very gladly will I drink
     Your Honour's noble health."

I heard him then, for I had just
     Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
     By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
     The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
     Might drink my noble health.

And now, if e'er by chance I put
     My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
     Into a left-hand shoe,

Or if I drop upon my toe
     A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know--
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo--
That summer evening long ago,

     A-sitting on a gate.