And the man who takes the pennies for the round-abouts and swings, Or the man who plays the organ, and the other man who sings? What about a Conjuror with rabbits in his pockets? What about a Rocket Man who’s always making rockets? Oh, there’s such a lot of things to do and such a lot to be That there’s always lots of cherries on my little cherry-tree!
The Knight Whose Armour Didn’t Squeak
Of all the Knights in Appledore The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom. He multiplied as far as four, And knew what nine was taken from To make eleven. He could write A letter to another Knight.
No other Knight in all the land Could do the things which he could do Not only did he understand The way to polish swords, but knew What remedy a Knight should seek Whose armour had begun to squeak. And, if he didn’t fight too much, It wasn’t that he did not care For blips and buffetings and such, But felt that it was hardly fair To risk, by frequent injuries, A brain as delicate as his.
His castle (Castle Tom) was set Conveniently on a hill; And daily, when it wasn’t wet, He paced the battlements until Some smaller Knight who couldn’t swim Should reach the moat and challenge him.
