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The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet odeTo the moon;The funny bunnyAnd his honeyTrip in tune.
Arthur Guiterman -
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.
Arthur Guiterman
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Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' FerryAnd lilacs adorn New Rochelle!White Plains is the Garden of AllahAnd Pelham's the Pearl of the Sea;There's bliss in the name of Valhalla -Oh, fly to the Suburbs with me!
Arthur Guiterman -
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawlsOf mastodons, are billiard balls.The sword of Charlemagne the JustIs Ferric Oxide, known as rust.The grizzly bear, whose potent hug,Was feared by all, is now a rug.Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,And I don't feel so well myself.
Arthur Guiterman -
It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!
Arthur Guiterman -
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? -That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.
Arthur Guiterman