Maxioms by Frederick Locker-lampson
And now I hear its voice again,
And still its message is of peace,
It sings of read more
And now I hear its voice again,
And still its message is of peace,
It sings of love that will not cease,
For me it never sings in vain.
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky read more
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perished, so you did,
For my sweet.
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly read more
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
