And all the while the Doggie danced,

That Pussy-cat was able

Just like a flute to play his tail
Upon the kitchen table.

But what a tongue, and O what brains

Were in that Parrot's head!

It took two men to understand

One-half the things he said.

SPELLING

MAVORS

OYEZ, OYEZ, OYEZ.

O, crier, go, with trumpet blow

This message thro' the land;
And speak it loud, that all the crowd
Of dogs may understand.

The new Lord Mayor, he does declare,
In three weeks, without fail,
That you shall swing, unless you bring

The dog with the curliest tail.

And be he white, or black, or brown,
And be he fat or skinny;

Just bring that dog to London-town,
And take your golden guinea.

And when he's found, that lucky hound,

Here, there, or anywhere;

With me shall he go to the Lord Mayor's Show, And dine with the new Lord Mayor.

GRANDPAPALITTLEBOY.

JAST night, when I was in my bed,
Such fun it seem'd to me;

I dreamt that I was Grandpapa,
And Grandpapa was me.

I thought I wore a powder'd wig,
Drab shorts, and gaiters buff;
And took without a single sneeze

A double pinch of snuff.