The Queen Of Hearts

: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts

All on a summer's day

The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts

And with them ran away.

The King of Hearts called for the tarts

And beat the Knave full sore.

The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more."

This noble queen, with mind serene,

Then made a mammoth cake.

The naughty knave for cake did crave,

And off with it did make.

The haughty king, for punishing,

Would have him eat it all,

Which made the knave--unhappy slave--

Too sick to speak or crawl.

Since then, at ease, their majesties

Eat pastries every day.

The knave affirms his stomach squirms,

And looks the other way.

Alas, alas, to such a pass

Doth gluttony invite!

'Tis very sad to be so bad,

And lose one's appetite.

Next day the queen, with lofty mien,

Prepared some lovely pies.

The feeble knave side-glances gave

At them with longing eyes.

The cruel king, with mocking fling,

Said: "Do, now, have some pie!"

The qualmish knave, no longer brave,

Could only groan, "Not I."

One Misty Moisty Morning

"One misty, moisty morning

When cloudy was the weather

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment, and I began to grin,

How do you do, and how do you do

And how do you do again?"

This morning as I wandered

To enjoy the charming weather,

I met a man in goggles and a modern suit of leather.

He began to toot a horn and I began to run,

He knocked me flat nor cared for that;

And down the road he spun.