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Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee, Oh, such jolly fun! I'm Signor Blowmore, And he's Herr Bertrun. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Do we make a noise? That's the very thing you know Pleases little boys. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Full of young life's joys, Playing with the horn and drum, Best of all the toys. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Music now hath charms; You can blow and beat away, And it no one alarms. |
THE SWAN AND THE DRAKE
Slowly, in majestic silence,
Sailed a Swan upon a lake;
Round about him, never quiet,
Swam a noisy quacking Drake.
"Swan," exclaimed the latter, halting,
"I can scarcely comprehend
Why I never hear you talking:
Are you really dumb, my friend?"
Said the Swan, by way of answer:
"I have wondered, when you make
Such a shocking, senseless clatter,
Whether you are deaf, Sir Drake!"
Better, like the Swan, remain in
Silence grave and dignified,
Than keep, drake-like, ever prating,
While your listeners deride.
W.R.E.