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.