The Drinking-Pan
Kippy! Kippy! what a pleasure!
Kippy! Kippy! such a treasure!
Here’s a lake of water clear;
Little Polly put it here.
See, the water has a sky
Like the one that shines so high
All the other birds are there,
Playing in the sunny air.
Shall we ever sing and play
In the sky the livelong day?
Oh, no, no! such silly tricks
Would not do for downy chicks.
There was a shrewd lad of Cooloo
Who thought baby’s tooth wasn’t through.
Says he, “Though I doubt,
I’se a-gwine to find out.”
And he did—that shrewd lad of Cooloo.
There was a fine youth of Pike’s Peak
Who raised a moustache in a week.
When they called it “like down,”
Ah, how he would frown!—
This hairy young man of Pike’s Peak.