Part 7 (1/2)

[_Oliver Herford_

NONSENSE VERSES

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The Window has Four little Panes: But One have I; The Window-Panes are in its sash,-- I wonder why!

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My Feet they haul me 'round the House: They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them and They ride me everywheres.

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Remarkable truly, is Art!

See--Elliptical wheels on a Cart!

It looks very fair In the Picture up there; But imagine the Ride when you start!

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I'd rather have fingers than Toes; I'd rather have Ears than a Nose: And as for my hair, I'm glad it's all there, I'll be awfully sad when it goes!

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I wish that my Room had a floor; I don't so much care for a Door, But this walking around Without touching the ground Is getting to be quite a bore!

[_Gelett Burgess_

VERS NONSENSIQUES

I am gai. I am poet. I dvell Rupert Street, at the fifth. I am svell.

And I sing tralala And I love my mamma, And the English, I speaks him quite well!

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”Ca.s.sez-vous, ca.s.sez-vous, ca.s.sez-vous, O mer, sur vos froids gris cilloux!”

Ainsi traduisit Laure Au profit d'Isadore (Bon jeune homme, et son futur epoux.)

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