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A Strange Wild Song

He thought he saw an Elephant

That practised on a fife:

He looked again, and found it was

A letter from his wife.

"At length I realize," he said,

"The bitterness of life!"

 

He thought he saw a Buffalo

Upon the chimney-piece:

He looked again, and found it was

His Sister's Husband's Niece.

"Unless you leave this house," he said,

"I'll send for the police!"

 

he thought he saw a Rattlesnake

That questioned him in Greek:

He looked again, and found it was

The Middle of Next Week.

"The one thing I regret," he said,

"Is that it cannot speak!"

 

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk

Descending from the bus:

He looked again, and found it was

A Hippopotamus.

"If this should stay to dine," he said,

"There won't be much for us!"

 

He thought he saw a Kangaroo

That worked a Coffee-mill:

He looked again, and found it was

A Vegetable-Pill.

"Were I to swallow this," he said,

"I should be very ill!"

 

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four

That stood beside his bed:

He looked again, and found it was

A Bear without a Head.

"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!

It's waiting to be fed!"

Written by
Lewis Carroll
1832-1898 / Male / English
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