For The Children

The monkey m&rried the baboon's sister, Hmacked his lipa and then he kiased her, Kissed o hard he raiscd a blistcr, She set up a yell. The brideamaid stuck on soiue eourt piaster, lt stuek so fast it eouldn't stick any faster, Wnsn't that asiid disaster? Pretty soon t got well. What li yim think the lride was dressed in? White gauïe veil and a green breastpin, Ked kid ohoes; she looked quite interesting- She was qnite a belle. The bridegrimm wore a blue shirt collar: A black silk stook that oost a dollar, Large false whiskers the fashion to follow, Ho cut quite a swell. Wliat ii yon think they had forsupppr? Bitwk-eyeïi lians and bread and bntter; Ducks in tb" duck houie all in a flntter; Pickeled oysters, too. CheRtnuts boiled aud raw and roasted; Aojilen Ht'w cd and onions toantcd; Musio in the corner poftted. Waiting for the cue. What do you think wus the tune they daneed to? The drunken sailor and nometimes Jim Crow, Tails in the way and some got pinched too; BeeauRe they were too long. What do you think they had tbr a fiddle? Au oíd banjo with a hole in the iniddle; A tambourine made out of a riddle; And that's the end of my song.