But I, When I Undress Me Each

Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod, One Night Sailed Off In A Wooden Shoe; Sailed Off On A River Of Crystal Light Into A Sea Of Dew. "where Are You Going And What Do You Wish?" The Old Moon Asked The Three. "we've Come To Fish For The Herring Fish That Live In This Beautiful Sea. Nets Of Silver And Gold Have We," Said Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod.

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

But He Who Truly Loves Books Loves All Books Alike, And Not Only This, But It Grieves Him That All Other Men Do Not Share With Him This Noble Passion. Verily, This Is The Most Unselfish Of Loves!