and the Bletherwitch
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The Violets wept, and the Hare-bells sobbed,
The Myrtle and Jasmine sighed;
The birds were hushed as their hearts all throbbed
At the death of the Rose’s bride.
The Myrtle and Jasmine sighed;
The birds were hushed as their hearts all throbbed
At the death of the Rose’s bride.
Before the children had time to grow too sorrowful, there was a fluttering in the air and a rushing among the plants and flowers as the Zankiwank bounded into their presence, cutting so many capers that they were glad they were not to have mutton for dinner, as certainly all the capers would be destroyed.
The Zankiwank was in very high spirits, and gleefully announced that the Court of the Fairies, with the Queen, was coming, as Sally who lived in somebody’s alley had just informed him. Then he burst out singing to a tune, which I daresay you all know, the following foolish words:—
Of all the flowers that are so smart,
There’s none like Daffydilly!
There’s none like Daffydilly!
