Bab THE BISHOP OF RUM-TI-FOO. ROM east and south the holy clan In flocking crowds they came. His people-twenty-three in sum- When first good BISHOP PETER came His flock, I've often heard him tell, He told them all good boys to be, And as that night he homeward strode He passed along the Borough Road He saw a crowd assembled round The BISHOP chuckled at the sight, I'll learn it if I can, To please the tribe when I get back." Right Reverend Sir, in half a crack," The dancing man he worked away The Bishop buckled to his task Bals Come, walk like this," the dancer said, "Stick out your toes-stick in your head, Stalk on with quick, galvanic treadYour fingers thus extend; The attitude 's considered quaint." But time, my Christian friend." Bab "We now proceed to something new— But in an overwhelming heat Another game the dancer planned- If, when revisiting your see, You learnt to hop on shore-like me- And must attract remark." Bab "No," said the worthy Bishop, "No; That is a length to which, I trow, Colonial Bishops cannot go. You may express surprise At finding Bishops deal in pride- The islanders of Rum-ti-Foo |